(Sorry this took so long to update! I've been having a hard time to find inspiration for this one, but I hope you'll like the next chapter!)

Courfeyrac took a deep breath and knocked on Combeferre's door. It had taken him a lot of time and effort to convince Grantaire to come with him and see Enjolras. And even after days of preparation and encouragement, Grantaire still looked like he could throw up any second.

The past few weeks had been hard and very exhausting. Even though Courfeyrac was one of Enjolras' best friends, he spent most of his time at Grantaire's apartment to make sure the artist didn't do anything stupid. Of course the other Amis came to check up on Grantaire as well, especially Eponine and Bahorel, but Enjolras had personally asked Courfeyrac to keep an eye on his boyfriend and so he did.

It had been Courfeyrac's idea to finally intervene and take matters into his own hand. It was horrible to watch both of his friends break down so unforgivably. But it wasn't that much of a surprise. Enjolras and Grantaire loved each other so fiercely, it was only logical that this hitch in their relationship made them both react just as strong, although in different ways. Something had to be done and it was obvious that neither Enjolras nor Grantaire would take the first step.

"It will be fine, R. Take a deep breath…" Courfeyrac said softly, placing a hand on Grantaire's shaking shoulder.

His heart ached when he saw Grantaire shake his head dejectedly. "I don't want to do this, Courf. I can't… Please… He's not going to want to see me. I wouldn't want to see me either…"

Courfeyrac took Grantaire by the shoulders and turned him so that they were facing each other. He gave the cynical artist a stern look and flicked him softly on the nose. "Stop that. Enjolras loves you. You've done something incredibly stupid, yes, but your boyfriend isn't completely innocent in this matter either. This is not going to be the end of your relationship. I refuse to believe it. It's been two weeks and he is just as much of a mess as you are. You need to talk."

Grantaire looked at him skeptically and shook his head again. "Just because you ship us so hard and want us to never stop sailing, doesn't mean we won't ever sink, Courf. I've ruined it. I betrayed his trust, there's no fixing that. We're wrecked and it's never going to be okay."

Courfeyrac scowled at him. "Well, you're still going to talk. Because both of you are our friends and I will not have this thing ruin the friendship of our group. We've all been at odds for two weeks now, enough is enough. Talk with each other, shout, curse and fight for all I care. The two of you are going to work through this."

Grantaire looked like he wanted to say something, but the words never left his mouth, because Combeferre opened his front door right at that point.

Courfeyrac smiled at the bespectacled man and wrapped him in a tight embrace. He had not seen Combeferre much the past few weeks, but they had spoken a lot over the phone and Courfeyrac knew how worried his friend was.

"Well, here we are…" Courfeyrac said quietly, looking from Grantaire to Combeferre and back. He couldn't see Enjolras sitting in the living room, so he figured his blond haired friend was probably locked in his own room again. Like he had been for the most part of the two past weeks.

He softly nudged Grantaire's shoulder when the black haired artist did not make any attempt to greet Combeferre or even look at him. He was staring intently at the ground and his shoulders were slumped. When Courfeyrac looked closer, he swore he could see the tremors go through his friend's body.

Courfeyrac knew Grantaire had been fearing facing Combeferre almost just as much as facing Enjolras. It was commonly known that Combeferre did not take kindly to those who hurt his best friend. Luckily, though, Combeferre was quick to take that, at least, that fear away from Grantaire by gently pressing his shoulder and smiling at him.

"I'm glad you're here. It's good of you to come, Grantaire. You're supposed to take the first step after everything that's happened, I think… Julien should appreciate that…"

Grantaire did not respond, but just nodded timidly as he shuffled inside.

Courfeyrac felt a strange feeling of dread swirl in his stomach. He waited for Grantaire to walk past them before leaning forward and whispering in Combeferre's ear. "Enjolras knows he's coming, right?"

His heart sank a little when Combeferre gave him a sad look. "He would've never agreed to it, Courf… For once, I think it's better to just… confront him straight on..."

Courfeyrac sighed and swallowed nervously. "He's not going to like this.. Damnit, 'Ferre… I told Grantaire that Enjolras consented to this… He's already sick with nerves…"

Combeferre just shrugged guiltily. "Then don't tell him Julien doesn't know… It'll be a shock to see each other anyway and maybe that's just exactly what they need right now…" Then he turned to walk back into his apartment. Courfeyrac shook his head and followed. He immediately sat down next to Grantaire on the sofa and squeezed the his friend's hand. The poor man had a sickly pallor and looked close to tears.

"It'll be alright, R… We've practiced what you're going to say… You'll feel better afterwards. You both will… I'm sure of it."

At least, that was what he desperately hoped.

TBC.

(Hope you liked it! Please let me know? Also, ideas for this story are always welcome! Next will be the confrontation between Grantaire and Enjolras How would you like it to go?)