Disclaimer: Yes, I'm Victor Hugo. I now own Les Miserables.

I've been in quite a Les Mis mood as of late. I intended for this to be a one shot, but I've decided to make it a short multi-chapter one instead. I hate the title right now, so don't be surprised to see that changed soon. That being said, let the deadly tale begin!

"Courfeyrac, were you the one who stole my philosophy textbooks again?"

Enjolras should have known that Combeferre would be the one waking him and the rest of his flatmates up at six in the morning. The philosophy student had a habit of waking up early so that he could study properly, but on this particular morning, it seems like things were not going as well as planned.

"What the fuck are you shouting about so early in the morning?" Courfeyrac yelled, and Enjolras thought he heard the soft thud of a shoe hitting Courfeyrac's door.

"Even Enjolras isn't up yet!" came Grantaire's voice from his bedroom.

"I heard that, R!" Enjolras shouted.

"Where are my textbooks?" Combeferre yelled.

"They're right next to my art set in the living room!" Grantaire shouted. "Where they were last night!"

"Why the fuck are they there?" Combeferre's voice was moving in the direction of the living room.

"Because you put them there!" Courfeyrac yelled in response. "Just like you do every night!"

"You know what?" Enjolras thought he heard noises coming from Grantaire's room. "Fuck this shit!"

"R, what are you doing?" Enjolras yelled, wondering what the artist was doing.

"There's no way in hell I'm falling back asleep," the door opened and Grantaire was standing in the doorway to Enjolras' room. "I might as well try to draw something."

"What the hell, Grantaire?" Enjolras jolted up in bed. "Who said you could just barge in here?"

"You never seemed to care before," Grantaire frowned in confusion.

"That's because I was awake," Enjolras said, feeling his face growing warm.

"You're awake now," Grantaire was still confused.

"Not what I mean," Enjolras was trying to figure out a way to say that the thoughts in his head.

"You're nuts, Enj," Grantaire grinned. "You gonna get up? From the sounds of it, Courf is trying to go back to sleep, but I figured you might want to prepare for that rally tomorrow.

"Yeah, that's a good point," Enjolras said as he got out of bed. "You making breakfast today or am I?"

"I got it today," Grantaire said. "Scrambled eggs again?"

"With bacon this time," Enjolras said with a nod.

"Yeah, I got it," Grantaire said as he darted out of the room and started banging on Courfeyrac's door. "Courfeyrac! Are you getting up?"

"What the fuck do you think I'm trying to do, Grantaire?" came Courfeyrac's angry voice from through the door.

"Not getting up?" Grantaire assumed.

"No, I'm trying to sleep!" Enjolras knew well enough to leave Courfeyrac alone when he was trying to sleep, but apparently Grantaire couldn't figure that out.

"So do you want me to make you breakfast or not?"

"Of course I don't!" Courfeyrac shouted. "I'm sleeping! Now go the fuck away!"

"You asked for it, R," Enjolras called to the other man as he pulled on a pair of jeans.

"I suppose I did," Enjolras heard Grantaire's response and the man walking down the hallway.

After pulling on an old t-shirt, Enjolras walked over to the bathroom so that he could brush his teeth. However, when he walked into the bathroom, he found Grantaire standing in front of the sink as he brushed his teeth.

"What the fuck?" Grantaire managed to say through a mouthful of toothpaste. "Ever hear of knocking, Enj?"

"I thought you were in the kitchen making breakfast?" Enjolras' face turned a rather deep shade of red. "And where's your shirt, anyway?"

"I always sleep without a shirt on," Grantaire clarified. "Sometimes I sleep with no pants on, too," he added, giving Enjolras a rather devious grin.

"Thanks for the mental image," Enjolras shook his head. "Mind if I wash my face off and brush my teeth or were you going to shower or something?"

"Nah, you're good," Grantaire said after he spit out the toothpaste into the sink. "I showered last night when I got back from hanging with Marius and Cosette."

"How was that, by the way?" Enjolras asked as he splashed cold water onto his face.

"Way too much PDA," Grantaire stuck his tongue out in disgust. "Honestly, they were kind of acting like how my ex is with his new boyfriend,"

"That bad, huh?" Enjolras grimaced as he grabbed his toothbrush. "You know, I keep forgetting that you swing both ways, Grantaire."

"How do you keep forgetting that?" Grantaire frowned as he ran a hand through his hair. "Bahorel makes a point to reference it at least three times a week."

"I dunno, it just seems that you're with more chicks than guys," Enjolras said with a shrug. "You're never with any of them for very long, though."

"That's kinda rude, you know," Grantaire arched an eyebrow at his friend.

"I'm just wondering why that is," Enjolras said.

"Oh, there are reasons," for some reason, it seemed that Grantaire didn't want to discuss this with Enjolras. "I just don't feel like talking about it with you."

"Fair enough," Enjolras said as he attempted to brush his teeth.

"I'll start with breakfast then," Grantaire said. "It shouldn't take too long."

"Got it," Enjolras said as Grantaire left the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Enjolras walked out of the bathroom and found Courfeyrac watching a cop show on TV while Combeferre tried to study.

"More cop shows, Courf?" Enjolras said. Noticing that the other man was still in his pajamas, he said, "And I thought you were trying to sleep?"

"I figured that there was no point in that," Courfeyrac shrugged. "And this is one where three different agencies are living under one roof."

"Sounds pretty troublesome," Enjolras said as he walked into the kitchen.

As soon as he walked into the small kitchen, he found Grantaire making something that was meant to be breakfast on the stove. Going from the smell alone, Enjolras could assume that he was making scrambled eggs like he had said, but knowing Grantaire, he was going to do something with them so that they wouldn't taste like eggs by the time he was finished.

However, Grantaire was doing something rather strange. He had his iPod nearby and was wearing his headphones- complete with green and blue duct tape because he felt that plain black was too boring. He was singing a pop song and dancing in place, completely unaware that Enjolras was watching him.

"Good choice of a song," Enjolras said.

Grantaire jumped up in the air a few inches and spun around, eyes wide as he stared at Enjolras. His cheeks were flushed and he was obviously embarrassed.

"What the hell are you doing, Enjolras?" Grantaire asked.

"Just watching you dancing," Enjolras tried to ignore the strange queasy feeling in his stomach.

"Well, you should stop it," Grantaire said nervously. "What do you want?"

"Courfeyrac is watching another cop show and I didn't want to put up with that while I was working on my rally," Enjolras sat down at the kitchen table.

"Working on a new speech?" Grantaire didn't care about the rally, but he knew Enjolras would probably want him to ask anyway.

"I finished the speech at three in the morning," Enjolras said.

"Three in the morning?" Grantaire frowned.

"Problem?" Enjolras asked.

"You've only been asleep for three hours…" Grantaire seemed very concerned about this.

"You know I don't sleep before a rally," Enjolras said.

"Still, you know you should get your rest," Grantaire started piling eggs into two separate bowls.

"There's too much to do!" Enjolras exclaimed.

"Enj, calm down," Grantaire put a bowl of scrambled eggs in front of him. "Eat your breakfast."

"Did you add-" Enjolras began to ask.

"Bacon and barbeque sauce, just like you like them," Grantaire said as he sat down at the table in front of the blonde.

"By the way, have you seen Remy this morning?" Enjolras asked, referring to the calico cat that resided in the apartment with the students.

"Yeah, she was sleeping on Courf's bed when I went in earlier," Grantaire said as he ate some eggs.

"Did he put his jeans out for her to sleep on?" Enjolras grinned, knowing how fond Courfeyrac was of the cat.

"I have no idea why he did, but yes," Grantaire rolled his eyes.

"I know I shouldn't bother asking, but is there anything you'd like to add to the rally notes for tomorrow?" Enjolras asked.

"Nah, I think I'm good," Grantaire said with a grin, causing the strange uneasiness to return to Enjolras' stomach.

"Will you actually show up this time?" Enjolras asked, though he already knew what the answer would be.

After a moment of thought, Grantaire said, "If I somehow manage to get out of my art class by then, I suppose I can make an appearance if you want me to,"

"You know I want all of the Musain crew there," Enjolras said, scooping some eggs up on his spoon. "Marius and Feuilly are skipping their chem lab just to show up."

"Yes, but I need this art class to graduate with my major," Grantaire said, finishing his eggs and heading to the sink to wash his dishes.

"Good point," Enjolras said. "Hey, we're running the dishwasher today, so you don't need to do the dishes."

"Fuck yes!" Grantaire grinned as he piled his plates into the dishwasher.

"Happy about that?" Enjolras finished his breakfast.

"Oh yeah," Grantaire nodded. "I've got a project that I'm not finished working on and it's due today."

"What's the project this time?" Enjolras asked. "Can I see it?"

"N-not yet," Grantaire said, acting a bit more nervously than Enjolras would have been expected. "It's not finished yet."

"Yeah, you just said that," Enjolras noted. "You've let me see unfinished works before."

"True, but this one is a bit personal," Grantaire said as he left the kitchen and headed off to his room.

Frowning at Grantaire's curious actions, Enjolras left for the kitchen. Combeferre had his headphones in as he was studying for an upcoming philosophy exam and Courfeyrac was still watching his cop show. The only thing was that Remy was now sitting on Courfeyrac's lap.

"I see she joined you," Enjolras said with a laugh.

"Yeah, she likes watching TV with me," Courfeyrac said as he scratched Remy behind the ears.

"Hey, Courf, can I ask you something?" Enjolras asked as he leaned against the couch.

"Sure, what's up?" Courfeyrac faced Enjolras.

"Do you think Grantaire's acting strangely?" Enjolras asked. "Especially around me?"

"Nah, he seems just fine to me," Courfeyrac shook his head. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, it's just a feeling I've got," Enjolras said. "He normally lets me see his unfinished projects, but he won't let me anywhere near this one." He ran his fingers through his hair, "He says it's personal."

"Well, I dunno what to tell you, Enj," Courfeyrac shrugged.

"You know I hate being called that," Enjolras said as he walked out of the kitchen and back into his room.

Courfeyrac waited for Enjolras to close his door before he threw a pillow at Combeferre, much to the annoyance of the philosopher.

"What the hell?" Combeferre glared at the other man.

"Enjolras is finally noticing," Courfeyrac said with a grin.

"Noticing what?" Combeferre asked.

"That Grantaire's trying to flirt with him," Courfeyrac explained.

"How do you know?" Combeferre pulled out his headphones.

"He just asked if I thought R was acting strangely around him," Courfeyrac said. "Maybe he's noticing that he's been flirting with him ever since we moved in three years ago."

"He might be paranoid because of the rally tomorrow night," Combeferre noted. "You remember what happened last time."

"True…" Courfeyrac frowned. "So what do you think we should do?"

"Let's wait until after the rally and see what he does," Combeferre put his headphones back in his ears. "Maybe he'll realize what Grantaire is doing and actually do something about it."

So that's the first chapter. I tried to get as much information down as I can. I'm hoping the next chapter will be up later this week, so look for that soon.

Next chapter: "No, Enjolras, not everybody lives for these rallies."