A/N: Wow. I just saw today this story already had over 1.700 views and over 500 visitors. That's just awesome! For today i've got some Enjolras/Grantaire for you guys since they got the most votes. So we'll see Enjolras and Jehan in chapter 11. So enjoy the longest chapter I wrote for this series of drabbles ;)

Disclaimer: Nope, not owning Les Mis.

Missing someone isn't about how long it's been since you've seen them or the amount of time since you've talked. It's about that very moment when you're doing something and wishing they where right there with you. If Grantaire had learned anything over the past six months that was it. Six months was the time his boyfriend was in America for an internship with one or another human rights organisation. Today he came home. Finally.

The dark haired boy looked at the destination board. The flight had a 30 minute delay and anyone who told him those 30 extra minutes didn't matter after being a part for six months was wrong, because he had to wait for 30 minutes more to hold his love in his arms again. His love. It was still crazy to call him that, even now they were seven months together, or at least in a relationship, because you couldn't really call it together if there was an ocean between you for so long.

Grantaire had fallen for Enjolras the minute he'd laid eyes on him. He wasn't a romantic, but this was love at first sight. For him at least. For Enjolras it took two years and a bottle of cheap wine to admit how he felt.

It was a month before he would leave for his internship. The Amis had a party to celebrate Feuilly's birthday and Enjolras had decided to have a glass of wine with his friends, not noticing how his glass never got empty. He got drunk that night and in his drunken haze he ended up kissing Grantaire. The next morning they woke up in each others arms, both having a bad hangover and well... Enjolras never left after that. So they had a month together to find out how they were going to make everything work. First just being boyfriends, which was already hard enough for the both of them, and after that how they were going to survive six months apart.

Six months apart weren't easy. While Enjolras was meeting a lot of interesting new people and doing the things he loved most, Grantaire was home alone. Ok, his friends where still there, but his boyfriend wasn't and he missed him a lot. Of course they knew Skype and they talked to each other whenever they could (which wasn't really that much, since Enjolras spend most of his time working at his internship). He even didn't have to miss their discussions, because fighting over Skype appeared to be quite easy. But Grantaire missed waking up next to his Apollo. He also missed Enjolras on the day the art school held an exhibition and his work got displayed for the first time. He had been so nervous that day and while all of the other Amis were there to support him, it wasn't the same without Enjolras there. He'd wanted his boyfriend there so bad.

But today he came home and ever since Grantaire got up that morning, he had been counting the minutes until Enjolras' plane would arrive. He looked at the clock. Still 47 minutes and then of course the time it would take Enjolras to get his baggage. Enough time for coffee. So he decided to get some at Starbucks, now he still had the chance to do so without getting a rant from Enjolras about the evil of capitalistic company's and how he should support local entrepreneurs.

A cup of coffee, two cookies and half an hour wandering in the bookshop later, Grantaire was hopping from one foot on to another at the arrivals. It was just minutes now and he was looking trough the crowd for the blond curls of his Apollo. Even though he couldn't wait to hold him in his arms again, he was also a little nervous. Six months with an ocean between them could change a lot. What if Enjolr... Before he could get lost in his train of thoughts he felt two arms wrapped around his waist. "Surprise." The soft voice of his boyfriend whispered before Enjolras turned him around to kiss him. "I missed you." And Grantaire held on to him, as if he wanted to make sure he wouldn't just leave again. "I missed you too."