The sound of the front door slamming roused Jean Prouvaire from his sleep. At first he felt a little confused because no one lived with him, let alone anyone in such an apparent rush, but then he remembered Courfeyrac's get-together the previous night.

That was definitely a night to remember; Enjolras had finally accepted Grantaire, and Jehan, along with Bahorel, Joly and Courfeyrac, had cashed in on it. However, If any of them hoped to keep their newfound wealth, then they'd better make damn sure that Enjolras didn't find out they were betting on his love life. Grantaire already knew about the bets and didn't seem to care. His only bet was that Bossuet would lose his, and he was quite right in that.

No one had seen the pair back inside since Enjolras followed Grantaire out. It was just assumed that they'd left earlier than everyone else.

Joly and Bossuet both received matching texts, presumably from Musichetta judging by their faces, which apparently meant they had to return home immediately. Bahorel had left later with Feuilly, insisting that they go to a bar to celebrate. Combeferre stayed until he was sure that Enjolras wouldn't be coming back that night since Combeferre was the one to drive them both there. He wasn't about to leave his friend up the creek without a paddle if something went wrong. When everybody but Jehan had left, Marius made several attempts to sneak back into his room.

Tomorrow was Thursday and Marius had a full day of classes which he needed to sleep for. Actually, it already was Thursday when he'd eventually persuaded Courfeyrac at 2:38am that he had to go to bed despite the whining coming from the other man.

This left Jehan and Courfeyrac to sprawl themselves out on the sofa for a 'Community' (Britta always reminded them a bit of Enjolras and they had to laugh)marathon. Of course, in the end they also drifted off into a slumber.

That would be, until Jehan's abrupt awakening courtesy of the door.

He attempted to get up from the sofa, but only got so far as raising his head slightly before the back of it brushed something. Very suddenly he became aware of the weight pushing down on his back.

"Marius is late again..." Courfeyrac's breath tickled the back of his neck and he had to supress a shiver at the sensation. "But I'm not late for anything today because I'm not going anywhere." This was followed by Courfeyrac making a point of burying his nose in Jehan's hair and wrapping his arms around his torso.

"That doesn't mean you can stay here, you know," Jehan replied, caught somewhere between squirming away and snuggling closer. He still wasn't quite sure where his relationship started and ended with Courfeyrac. Or even if the relationship he hoped for was possible.

Did he want it to be? Of course. Did Courfeyrac want the same? Jehan could never tell.

"Yes I can," Courfeyrac announced, "because you're not going anywhere either."

"How do you know I don't have to-"

"You already told me you're not opening shop today either, so don't pull that card." Courfeyrac interrupted Jehan, making the heat rush to his face at the mistake.

"I still have to get up," he tried feebly, attempting to crane his head around, "I have needs."

"I have needs too, y'know." Courfeyrac began to play with Jehan's hair, twisting the strands around his fingers and tugging gently on occassion.

"Mine are far greater." And it was with that, that Jehan pushed himself up and off the sofa with a strength he didn't look possible of possessing. He strided gracefully towards the bathroom, and locked the door behind him. In getting up, Jehan had also succeeded in pitching Courfeyrac over the back of the sofa and onto the floor.

Jehan certainly wasn't going to just be a part of his 'Collection'. No, he wanted something more than just a one time fling.

He'd always thought it would be like one of those cheesy, terrible, teen targeted movies they'd watch after a few drinks. The ones where the main protagonist always realises that the one they needed all along was right there. It was always the long-time friend, never one of the many girls (and/or guys) that were lined up in front of them.

Then again, it always did take the main character far too long to catch on.

Scrambling up into a sitting position, Courfeyrac merely stayed for a while, listening to the shower running.

They'd been dancing around this for months. Courfeyrac likes Jehan, Jehan likes Courfeyrac. It was simple! He'd thought now was as good a time as any to make a move and ask him out.

Maybe he should have approached this from a different angle.

Is that an update I see?! A really short one posted at midnight... but still an update!

Yes, it has been ages... I'm so sorry. I have excuses though!

I've actually been on holiday for a week in France and Italy so no writing could be done then. Of course I'm on Summer break now so you'd think I'd have more time to write, right? Wrong! I have a job which I need to go to and that takes up time.

The rest is just laziness and writers block.

So anyway, this chapter we're getting into a bit of Jehan/Courf! Hoping I'm pulling this off okay and thank you for all the kind comments on E/R in the last chapter!

There is some plot coming together in my head for different couples so maybe this won't go ignored as much as I fear. If I can't come up with any plot related stuff, I'll just post a random drabble. That sound good?

Thank you so much to those who follow, favourite, and review! You make me want to keep writing, and also terrify me slightly because "ah oh my god people read my stuff oh my god".

- Callie