A/N: Just so you all know I'm going to do something really shady in the beginning of the next chapter and I apologize in advance for it.

Chapter 9:

The next few days were pretty uneventful for Lucie. The semester was moving along really fast; it was almost Halloween. They were all trying to decide what to dress up as for the campus Halloween costume party/contest.

Courfeyrac and Marius had decided to go as Luigi and Mario from the Super Mario Brothers video game. It was Courfeyrac's idea, but Marius was thrilled with the pun of it ("It's-a me, Marius!").

Musichetta was dressing up as Esmerelda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame; she even made her own costume. Joly and Bossuet were going as Phoebus (Bossuet) and Djali, the goat (Joly) because Musichetta insisted on a group costume.

Feuilly and Bahorel were going as Nun-Chucks (Chuck Norris dressed as a nun). Bahorel claimed it was his idea, but everyone suspected Feuilly to be the true mastermind.

Grantaire decided to dress up as Vincent Van Gough during the day on Halloween, but only because his art professor offered extra credit to anyone who dressed up as their favorite painter. For the party that night, however, he got a T-Rex costume.

Jehan took a similar route and dressed as his favorite poet, Edgar Allen Poe (complete with Raven).

Combeferre wouldn't tell anyone what his costume was before the party, but they all suspected Moth Man.

After days of contemplation, Enjolras decided on something that would make Lucie laugh, Abraham Lincoln…Vampire Hunter.

"What are you being for Halloween, Enj?" Lucie asked him on the way back to the dorms after history class.

"Abraham Lincoln," he replied, "Vampire Hunter."

"Abraham Lincoln was NOT a vampire hunter!" Lucie laughed.

"How do you know that?" Enjolras asked, "Did you know the guy?"

"Obviously I didn't know Abraham Lincoln, Enjolras. Vampires aren't real, that's how," Lucie said.

"What if they are though, Lucie, then what?"

"Oh my god, I am not having this argument with you," Lucie said, rolling her eyes and laughing, "Vampires aren't real and even if they were President Lincoln had more important things to do than hunt them."

"What about you? What are you dressing up as this year?" he asked her.

"I don't know yet. Help me decide, Enj," she replied.

Enjolras thought for a moment, "You could be someone from Doctor Who."

Lucie contemplated it for a minute before shaking her head, "The only companion I look anything like is Clara, and I don't want to be her."

"What about a Disney character, then?"

"Like who?" Lucie asked, "A princess?"

"As a matter of fact, I was thinking Belle," Enjolras said. He grinned, "Even though her story takes place in the 1790s and she and the prince probably would have been beheaded in the French Revolution, I know she's your favorite."

Lucie smiled, "That's perfect!" she exclaimed, "But where am I going to get a good Belle costume with only two weeks left?"

"Chetta can help you," Enjolras said, "She's already done with her costume and I'm sure she wouldn't mind helping you with yours!"

"That is a great idea, Enjolras!" she hugged him, "I'm going to go call Chetta." She ran up the stairs to her room, "Thanks, Enj!" she called over her shoulder.

After talking with Musichetta on the phone, she sent Enjolras a text, Belle is a go!

A week and a half later, Lucie tried on her costume for the first time. It was a perfect replica of Belle's yellow ball gown.

"Oh, Chetta, it's perfect," she beamed looking at herself in the mirror, "How can I ever thank you?"

"Don't worry about it, sweetie; that's what friends are for. You'll just owe me help with a history project or somethin'."

Lucie smiled, "Deal...it really is beautiful, Chetta."

"You look absolutely beautiful," Musichetta said before raising an eyebrow, "I'm sure Enjolras will agree."

Lucie's cheeks went pink, "What makes you say that?"

"I've seen the way he looks at you, and don't think I haven't seen the way you look at him," Chetta replied.

Lucie tried to come up with a quick retort, but couldn't seem to argue. She looked at her reflection again, "Do you really think he'll think I look beautiful, Chetta?"

Musichetta rolled her eyes and smiled, "Of course he will, Lucie, He already does. Now let's get you out of that dress so it's a surprise on Friday night."

Lucie walked back to her room after taking off the costume and agreeing to meet Musichetta and hour before the dance so she could help her with her costume, hair, and makeup.

"What are you so smiley about?" Ferre asked Lucie later that night in their room.

Lucie looked over at Ferre, "You'll see at the party Friday night."

"What did you finally decide on, Lu?" he asked.

"No chance in hell I'm telling you," Lucie shot back jokingly, "You won't tell me what you're going to be, so I'm not telling you either."

"Does anyone know?"

"Only Musichetta and Enjolras know. Enjolras doesn't even know the full extent of the costume."

Combeferre went back to his book, "Fine…so be it," he grinned.

The dance finally rolled around two days later. Lucie saw Combeferre's costume before she left to get ready with Musichetta.

"Well, Combeferre, my dear friend…Courfeyrac is going to love it," Lucie assured him.

Everyone was already at the dance when Lucie and Musichetta arrived.

"I'll go in now," Chetta told Lucie, "You make your big entrance in a minute."

Lucie nodded, "OK," she said, "Wait, Chetta…do I really look OK?" she asked

"Of course, darlin', you're gonna break a lot of hearts tonight," she reassured Lucie as she walked into the dance.

She waited an extra minute before heading inside. She took a deep breath, OK, Lucie, you can do this.

Lucie would've been lying if she'd said that she hadn't scanned the crowed for Enjolras as soon as she opened the doors. She found him with ease thanks to his Lincoln hat. He didn't notice that the door had opened until he heard a cat call coming from Courfeyrac. He was about to reprimand Courfeyrac for doing such a thing when he looked up and saw Lucie, who had turned bright red as a result of Courf's whistle.

Enjolras walked to Lucie quickly, "Lucie…you—you look beautiful."

Lucie was about to respond, but she was cut off by the DJ saying, "Alright now this next song was requested by one of you, but not the person you probably think it was. You might wanna grab a partner for this one."

Lucie tried to contain her excitement as the song Beauty and the Beast started playing. She looked around for who could've requested it until her eyes met Musichetta who winked and made an inappropriate gesture mouthing 'Get some'.

"Lucie," Enjolras said bringing her attention back to him, "May I have this dance?" he asked extending his hand.

Lucie nodded, "You may," she said taking his head, allowing him to lead her to the center of the floor.

He stopped once they got there, "Oh, there seems to be something I've forgotten…I can't dance."

"Oh…it's easy, really," Lucie paused. When Enjolras didn't respond she rolled her eyes and smiled softly, "Come on put one hand here," she said placing his right hand on her lower back, "good now hold my hand with the other one."

"Like this?" he asked.

"Perfect, now start dancing," she replied.

He took a few steps, "I'm not sure if I'm doing this right…"

"You're doing fine," she assured him, "let yourself go to the music a little."

Enjolras smiled and, as if by magic, danced through the rest of the song.

Once the song was over, Lucie noticed Courfeyrac pouting in a corner.

"I'll be right back," she said before making her way over to Courf, "What's eating you Courfeyrac?" she asked him.

Courfeyrac gestured towards Combeferre, "He thinks he can walk into MY house dressed like Freddie Mercury in those tight white jeans, and that white tank top, and that perfect yellow leather jacket, and get away with it?"

Lucie laughed, "He was at this school first…technically, you walked into HIS house."

"This is no time to correct my dramatic rantings, Lucie…this is some serious shit," Courf deadpanned.

"Talk to him," Lucie suggested.

"Are you insane?" Courfeyrac asked shocked.

"I'd like to think I'm not insane," Lucie replied, "He loves you just as much as you love him, you know?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Lu," Courf scoffed.

"I'm not being ridiculous…I've seen the way he looks at you when you aren't looking. It's the same way that Bossuet, Joly, and Chetta look at each other, or Feuilly and Bahorel look at each other."

Courfeyrac couldn't be convinced, so Lucie decided to work on Combeferre instead.

"What?" Ferre asked at the suggestion that he should talk to Courf, "No way, Lucie!"

"Oh, come on, Combeferre," she protested. She thought for a minute, "What would Freddie do?"

Combeferre left her side and walked directly to Courfeyrac.

"You know what, Courfeyrac? I have been wondering what to do about you all night," Combeferre started, "Then I got to thinking, 'what would Freddie Mercury do?'" He looked over at Lucie, who nodded in encouragement, "So here I am, and this is what I'm going to do," he grabbed Courfeyrac by the shoulders and brought their lips together almost forcefully.

It took Courfeyrac all of three seconds to process this and kiss Combeferre back.

"I'm sorry, I—," Combeferre started before being interrupted by Courfeyrac.

"Oh, shut up," Courf said kissing Ferre again.

Lucie whistled at Courfeyrac from across the room. Courfeyrac was too preoccupied to say anything, so he responded by extending his middle finger in her general direction.

Lucie laughed as Enjolras appeared at her side.

"What was that?" Enj asked her.

"Enjolras, that was me being amazing," she replied, "I did that."

"Good thing, it's about time those two got together," he grinned.

"Nice costume, by the way," Lucie said, "You really nailed the vampire hunter thing."

They talked for the rest of the dance. As the night went on, they were joined by the rest of their friends. For once, Lucie wasn't thinking about Montparnasse. She was thinking about something much happier: her friends and how lucky she was to have them.