(Thanks for the support! Means a lot. Here's Combeferre's point of view, hope you like)

Combeferre looked down at the small figure lying on his couch, tightly wrapped in a woolen blanket and finally fast asleep. The medical student had a hard time understanding what had happened. One minute he had been in his bed, dreaming a lovely dream, and the next he found himself with his arms draped around his brokenhearted best friend. Enjolras was a mess. He was hardly able to tell Combeferre the whole story between the gasps and the hiccups and the endless stream of tears, but the medical student thought he got the gist of it. He just couldn't understand it. Because how on earth could what Enjolras told him be true? How could Grantaire, of all people, be the one to cheat on Enjolras? Their cynical friend had been in love with the blonde for over three years. He had loved Enjolras more than life itself.

Combeferre had known Enjolras the longest and he had been very much aware of the emotional battle going on in his best friend's head when he figured he might have developed feelings for Grantaire. Combeferre knew that Enjolras had fought against it; had tried to push it away. He knew how hard it was for his friend to open up and be vulnerable. Enjolras had been hurt many times in his life by those he loved and he had been building brick walls around his heart for quite a while. He was always on his guard. There were only a few people who he permitted to get to know the real him. And Grantaire had not always been one of them. However, after many midnight debates between Combeferre, Courfeyrac and Enjolras and after going back and forth for months, Enjolras had finally allowed himself to give in. And once Enjolras gave in, he gave in fully, entrusting Grantaire with his whole heart.

And Grantaire had loved him back.

Combeferre was a very protective person when it came to Enjolras, but not once had he thought that Grantaire would be the one to hurt his friend. It was just not right. It didn't make any sense. And Combeferre didn't understand it. Between the curses and the sobs earlier, Enjolras had told him there had been a fight and both of them had said some things. But what exactly had occurred, Combeferre did not know. It must have been bad enough for Grantaire to storm out, get drunk and make the biggest mistake of his life.

Combeferre had never seen Enjolras this lost before. Had never seen that raw look of pain and betrayal on his friend's face. Not like this. The medical student was sure his own heart had broken right alongside of Enjolras'.

Careful not to disturb his sleeping friend, Combeferre fished the phone out of his pocket. He didn't have any missed calls or messages and he felt his heart twist with worry. If Enjolras was already this much of a mess, Combeferre was afraid to imagine what state Grantaire would be in. He refused to believe that the drunkard had done this in good sense. And even though that would never be an excuse, Combeferre felt obligated to have someone check in on Grantaire, because the other man was bound to be just as bad off as Enjolras was. If not worse. With a deep sigh, he pressed speed dial and waited for the person on the other side to pick up.

"Hi Courf, it's me…" Combeferre whispered, one hand gently carding through a mop of blonde curls. "Sorry to call you at this hour… Listen… Could you do me a favor and go to Grantaire's place. Something's happened… No… No, they're not okay… Enjolras is a mess… Courf…He told me R cheated on him… Yes… I-I don't know… Please check on Taire? … I can't go myself, I need to stay with Enjolras… Okay… T-thanks… Call me when you're there… Bye."

As soon as he hung up, he felt the body pressed against him start to shake again and Combeferre closed his eyes as he pulled his now awake and crying friend close.

TBC.

(Next up is Courfeyrac! Please review?)