A/N: Yay an new update. Almost an Actress requested something with Bahorel, so I tried to write something with him in it. It's some Jehan/Bahorel friendship. Bahorel is really one of the Amis i'm less familiar with so I hope it turned out okay. Let me know what you think ;)
"You call him that one more time and you're in trouble... with me." If looks could kill, Bahorels certainly did at that moment. "Just let it go, I'm used to it." Jehan placed his hand on the broad shoulder of his friend and pulled him back. "You don't need to protect me, if they bother me I'll stand up for myself." "Well, you should be bothered. They called you a girl!" Bahorel exclaimed. The gesture Bahorel made with that caused Jehan to smile. This was so typical for Bahorel, always ready to help someone in need but mostly doing so by starting a fight.
Who looked at Bahorel for the first time probably saw a dangerous guy, but hey, who's really just what they look like. Les Amis all knew Bahorel wasn't one to pick a fight with, but he was more that. Way more. He was a law student, a lazy one. He could be good if he wanted to, he always had a witty comeback, but he didn't want to and he was better with his hands anyway. Besides that, he was also one of Enjolras' most attentive listeners, the one who joked around with Courfeyrac and Grantaire and if someone planned a night of partying they were sure to invite Bahorel because he knew the best places in town.
And that was how Jehan ended up tonight, in a club, with Bahorel. It was almost near the end of midterms but the other Amis still had tests to study for. Jehans last test had been this afternoon and he felt like celebrating. So he had called the one person he knew wasn't going to study for his tests anyway, for a night out in the town.
They had started at a bar, with a good conversation and too much wine, until Jehan had exclaimed he felt like dancing and so they went to the club. It was all fun and games until a couple of guys had approached Jehan to ask him if "the girl fancied a cosmopolitan, because that's what chicks like right?!" Jehan had just ignored the question, but they kept asking things like that. He knew they were well aware of the fact that he was a man. Yes, he had long, strawberry blonde hair which was braded with a yellow ribbon, but he also had a wide chest and strong arms that didn't fit a woman. And while Jehan just kept on dancing, Bahorel got irritated by the guys and decided to fix the problem once and for all. Jehan loved his friend for trying to help him, but it irritated him at the same time. Yes he was a romantic, yes he was a poet, but he wasn't weak and he didn't need protection. He just chose to pick his fights wisely and this one wasn't worth it and he didn't feel like getting his good mood disturbed by some dumb schoolboys. So he took Bahorel away from the guys, away from the club. "Come on big guy. I'm not bothered and we're not getting you in trouble for this. Time to go home. It's late and we should go see if Enjolras has gone to bed already." That appeared to be the right thing to say. "Yeah he really should get to sleep if he wants to stay awake during his last couple of tests." Because that was what Bahorel was most, thought Jehan, someone who truly cared for his friends.