Disclaimer: I really don't own Les Miserables.

So I know this is getting out a lot later than I expected. I ended up having to put in some extra hours at work, but I got this all finished. This is the LAST CHAPTER and I hope it's a good ending for this story. That being said, let the deadly tale conclude.

Enjolras picked up the bowl of cabbage salad that Courfeyrac made earlier that morning and walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch and turning the TV on. After surfing through channels for a few minutes, he decided on watching a psychological cop show that Courfeyrac, Jehan and Bossuet liked to watch.

As the show paused for a series of commercials, Enjolras looked around the apartment. He knew he was the only one home, but he didn't have to wonder where everyone was. Courfeyrac had left a note saying he was at Musain, Combeferre was running errands and Grantaire had told him the day before that he would be at work.

Enjolras had awoken around two in the afternoon, far longer than he normally slept, but considering that he hadn't slept much before the rally, his extended period of rest wasn't that surprising.

However, it was now around six in the evening and Enjolras was wondering why at least Grantaire wasn't back yet. Courfeyrac was probably talking with Bahorel and Feuilly and Combeferre always took a long time running errands, but Grantaire was meant to get off work around four. At least, that's what Grantaire had told Enjolras, but perhaps Enjolras had misheard him.

He normally didn't mind being alone in the apartment for an extended period of time, but he was finding the lack of human presence frustrating on this particular day. Especially since he needed to discuss a rather important matter with the artist of the apartment.

"Where the hell is he?" Enjolras sighed and attempted to focus back on the TV again, but it failed to hold his attention for long. "Or anyone else, for that matter?"

Enjolras heard a series of pitter-pattering footsteps from near the door, causing him to look towards the door, hoping that one of his roommates had returned. However, it was only Remy pacing back and forth, likely trying to find one of her mice toys that Grantaire had bought her.

"It's over here, Rem," Enjolras picked up the mouse toy sitting next to his feet and tossed it to her.

Remy stared at the toy for a few seconds before deciding that she didn't want it and walked over to Enjolras, jumping up on his lap. She rubbed her head against his arm, purring loudly.

"Yes, I see you," Enjolras smiled at the cat. "I know you'd prefer Courf over me, so you must be desperate."

Remy seemed to glare at Enjolras before she jumped down and, after walking in circles a few times, sat down on the couch, her eyes on the TV screen.

"You like this show, Remy?" Enjolras always wondered if she was picking up the habits of her owner. He sighed and said, "I dunno, maybe R will be back by the time this is over. This is getting frustrating."

But after an hour went by, no one had returned. Enjolras was still sitting by himself in the small apartment.

"Maybe R would answer if I called him," Enjolras said to himself as he took out his phone and dialed Grantaire's number.

His efforts, however, were in vain. All he got was Grantaire's voicemail.

"Hey, R, it's Enjolras. I'm just wondering where you are. I know you said you were meant to get off around four and it's almost seven now, so I'm just making sure you didn't get mugged or kidnapped or something," Enjolras said. "Plus, there's something I really want to talk to you about and I think you'll have something to say about the matter. It's really important, so call me when you get this, okay?"

Enjolras ended the call and set his phone back down on the table in front of him. His mind reeled, wondering where on Earth Grantaire could be.

"Screw it, I'm going to call Joly to see if he knows where the guys are," Enjolras reached for his phone and punched in the hypochondriac's number.

"What's up, Enjolras?" Joly asked on the other line.

"Hey, have you seen my room-mates?" Enjolras asked. "Specifically Grantaire?"

"Courfeyrac was at the café, but he's with Marius and Cosette now," Joly said. "Combeferre stopped by my place for a few before he headed over to pick up some groceries that you forgot yesterday. As for R, I'd assume he's still at work."

"But he was meant to get off at four and he hasn't been back yet," Enjolras said.

"Maybe he got held late?" Joly suggested. "Have you tried calling him?"

"Just got his voicemail," Enjolras replied. "I left a message, but I'm still worried."

"I'm sure he'll answer," Joly told the blonde. "Why do you need to talk to Grantaire, anyway?"

"Remember our conversation last night?" Enjolras asked as he used his free hand to pet Remy on the head. "I realized what you were talking about."

"I see," Joly said. "And what are you going to do about it?"

"I was going to ask R something," Enjolras replied. "I need to know his answer."

"Well, if I hear from him, I'll let you know," Joly said.

"Thanks, Joly," Enjolras said before he hung up the phone.

After finishing his conversation with Joly, Enjolras decided that he should probably make dinner. It was around that time of the night and even though he didn't know when his roommates would be home, he figured that they would want sustenance when they returned.

Just as he started to heat up some water on the stove to cook pasta, Enjolras heard the front door open and footsteps of someone entering the apartment.

"Hey," Enjolras called to whomever was walking in.

"Yo," came Grantaire's voice in response.

"Where have you been?" Enjolras tried to hide the concern in his voice, but he failed rather miserably.

"We had three people call in sick, so they needed me to stay a bit late," Grantaire responded as he entered the kitchen, running his hand through thick curls in his hair. "It was a nightmare."

"That bad, huh?" Enjolras asked, moving towards the pot on the stove.

"Yeah," Grantaire nodded. "And what's this? You're making dinner?"

"Yeah, I didn't know who would be home when, so I made food," Enjolras said.

"How long did you sleep?" Grantaire pulled a bottle of grape soda from the fridge.

"I woke up around two," Enjolras said in response.

"I thought you'd sleep longer," Grantaire said. "I kind of wanted you to."

"Why's that?" Enjolras asked, frowning in confusion.

"Because you're exhausted," Grantaire twisted the cap off the soda and took a sip. "I like you more when you're not sleep deprived."

"Did you get my message, by the way?" Enjolras finished with the water and moved into the living room.

"Yeah, I did," Grantaire nodded in response. "What's so important that you need to talk about? I haven't done anything stupid again, have I?"

"No, you haven't," Enjolras said, sitting down next to Grantaire on the couch.

"Then what's up?" Grantaire picked up Remy and held her in his lap.

"Why don't you start?" Enjolras asked, looking at the cynic.

"Me?" Grantaire frowned. "But I don't even know what you wane to talk about."

"I think there's something that you've been trying to tell me for years, but I haven't noticed it until recently," Enjolras went on. "If I'm right, then it goes with what I need to tell you."

"Something that I've been trying to tell you for years?" Grantaire looked genuinely perplexed, making Enjolras wonder if he'd been reading the signs wrong. "Like how you need to focus on something in your life besides politics?"

"Not quite like that," Enjolras had to smile. He knew Grantaire would probably say something about his love of politics. "Something that I've been oblivious to for quite some time."

Grantaire thought for a few minutes before his eyes grew wide and he stared at Enjolras.

"You've finally noticed it?"

"Yeah," Enjolras nodded, his eyes on Remy as she jumped off Grantaire and moved over to curl up in a ball in front of the TV.

"What gave me away?" Grantaire asked, curious as to what made Enjolras notice.

"The fact that I've noticed that I've been tempted to do the same things to you for the same reasons," Enjolras explained.

"You don't say," Grantaire said, more to himself than to Enjolras. "So what are we going to do about this?"

"What do you mean?" Enjolras asked, brushing his hair from his eyes. "I figured that you'd want to go for it."

"Being room-mates and being in a relationship wouldn't bother you?" Grantaire asked, turning so that he was facing Enjolras properly.

"That wouldn't bother me in the slightest," Enjolras shook his head. "It doesn't bother you, does it?"

"Nah," Grantaire shook his head. "I just know that Combeferre and Courfeyrac will be happy about this."

"Combeferre and Courfeyrac?" Enjolras frowned. "What have they got to do with this?"

"I told them three years ago when we all moved in and Combeferre introduced me to you that I wanted to ask you out," Grantaire said simply, acting like this was nothing new.

"Wait, three years?" Enjolras looked surprised.

"Ever since we moved in, yes," Grantaire blinked. "Why, how long did you think this was going on?"

"Just a few months, at least!" Enjolras exclaimed. "Have I really been oblivious all this time?"

"Yes," Grantaire nodded. "Yes, you have."

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't notice it sooner, R," Enjolras said sheepishly. "But at least I noticed at all, right?"

"Very true," Grantaire leaned forward and gently kissed Enjolras on the lips.

"You know, I kinda like that," Enjolras said with a smile.

"I thought you would," Grantaire laughed. "So who's going to tell Courf and 'Ferre?"

"You can tell them," Enjolras responded, pulling Grantaire closer to him.

"If you say so," Grantaire nodded.

"So, what do you want to do until Courf and Combeferre get back?" Enjolras asked.

"Well, you've got water on the stove for dinner," Grantaire responded. "Shouldn't we do something about that?"

Enjolras opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Courfeyrac and Combeferre entering the apartment. Both men were carrying large paper bags and Courfeyrac knelt down to play with Remy, who had run over to greet them.

"Welcome back," Enjolras said. "What's in the bags?"

"What's going on with the two of you?" Combeferre asked, eyes moving back and forth between Enjolras and Grantaire, who was leaning on Enjolras and was resting his head on the latter's shoulder.

Enjolras looked down at Grantaire and said, "I'll let you tell them."

"Sure?" Grantaire looked up at the blonde.

"Yeah, go ahead," Enjolras nodded.

"Tell us what?" Combeferre said.

"I finally told Enjolras what I told you guys three years ago," Grantaire told Courfeyrac and Combeferre.

"Dude, seriously?" Courfeyrac looked at Grantaire in surprise. "Enj, what did you say?"

"What the hell do you think I said?" Enjolras said.

"I have no idea what the fuck you'd say," Courfeyrac shrugged.

"He said yes, Courf," Grantaire said with a smile.

"Which is what I told you he'd say three years ago," Courfeyrac somehow managed to pick up Remy in his arms while still holding the paper bags and sat down on the blue and green recliner.

"No, you didn't," Combeferre sat down on the other recliner in the room. "You said that you didn't know what he'd say."

"Well, I was still thinking that something positive could happen from this," Courfeyrac stuck his tongue out at Combeferre.

"So what's in the bags?" Enjolras repeated his earlier question.

"We got Chipotle for dinner," Courfeyrac responded. "Don't worry, we've both been there with you guys enough times to know what you guys get."

"But I just started boiling water for dinner," Enjolras frowned.

"Which you should check on, don't you think?" Grantaire glanced at the blonde.

"Yeah, good point," Enjolras stood up and made for the kitchen.

"So you two are going for it then?" Combeferre asked Grantaire, who had taken out his phone and was pressing a few buttons.

"As of about five minutes ago, yes," Grantaire nodded. "You guys didn't say anything to him about it, did you?"

"Nah, I wanted to," Courfeyrac said, petting Remy behind the ears as she purred loudly. "A few days ago, he asked me if I thought you were acting weird around him and I thought he might've figured it out by then."

"So he was suspecting, then?" Grantaire mused. "I never knew about that."

"It's just a recent thing," Combeferre said, tossing two burritos wrapped in foil to Grantaire. "We've been waiting for you guys to say something for ages."

"Say something about what?" Enjolras walked back into the room carrying some water bottles into the room.

"Oh, nothing important, dear," Grantaire said, moving over so Enjolras could sit back down on the couch.

"Pet names?" Enjolras looked at the artist in confusion. "Really, R?"

"You bet," Grantaire nodded with a grin.

"So who's up for a movie?" Combeferre had turned on the TV and the Xbox and was now scrolling through Grantaire's instant queue on Netflix.

"I'm feeling it," Grantaire nodded. "Anything specific?"

"Isn't it Courf's turn to pick tonight?" Enjolras asked.

"It is?" Courfeyrac looked at Enjolras in surprise.

"Yeah, I think so," Enjolras said with a nod.

"So how about Trainspotting?" Courfeyrac asked.

"If its still on there, sure," Grantaire shrugged.

"It's there," Combeferre nodded.

"Huzzah!" Courfeyrac exclaimed happily.

"Not going to eat right now, R?" Enjolras had unwrapped his burrito and was preparing to eat his food when he noticed that Grantaire hadn't touched his yet.

"Nah, I can wait," Grantaire responded, resting his head on Enjolras' shoulder.

"I've got it, Courf," Combeferre had loaded the movie on the Xbox and was now watching the TV screen.

Courfeyrac offered Combeferre a nod in response, but his eyes were not on his friend. Instead, he was focusing on the two on the couch. Grantaire was still leaning against Enjolras and the blonde had his arm wrapped hesitantly around the artist's waist, as if he wasn't sure if he was meant to be doing such a thing.

"Something wrong, Courfeyrac?"

Apparently Grantaire had noticed that Courfeyrac was watching them.

"Nah, everything's fine," Courfeyrac shook his head. "Everything's as it should be."

I think the ending is pretty decent. I hope so, anyway. Well, that's about it. Thanks for reading!