#fluffjolras

          “Well?” She prompted. Grantaire scoffed and took a swing of his drink.

          “Well what?”           “Go over to him,” Eponine urged, nudging him towards the blonde. “He looks like a lost puppy so this is your moment.” Grantaire glared at her and she just glared back. “You know I’m right and not letting this go. Also, Bahorel may have bet 10 bucks that you’d chicken out so help me out here.”           Grantaire sighed again, downed the rest of his drink, and threw out the paper cups. 

          “Fine. But when I get humiliated in front of our whole grade, it’s your fault.” Eponine flipped him off and gave him a thumbs up simultaneously. Grantaire rolled his eyes as made his way over to Enjolras and tried thinking of something witty and/or flirty to say when he got there. He stopped when he got next to the blonde and cleared his throat making Enjolras jump slightly.           “Wanna dance?” Grantaire asked and cursed himself because god, he looked even better up close and all I could say was ‘wanna dance?’?! 

          Enjolras smiled and blushed (is he really blushing?!) before nodded. 

          “Yeah, sure,” he replied. Grantaire stared at him before grinned widely. He took Enjolras hand and pulled him over to the dance floor just as a slow song was coming on. Are you fucking kidding me? Grantaire thought. Enjolras seemed to notice too and blushed, which Grantaire was now certain he was. He saw Eponine in the corner and smirked slightly. 

          “C’mon Apollo. You know how to dance, right?” Enjolras looked away from him sheepishly and Grantaire chuckled softly. He moved Enjolras’ hands onto his shoulders then placed his hands on the blonde’s hips gently. Enjolras turned a bright red and Grantaire couldn’t help but comment.

           “Geez Apollo, you’re like a mood ring,” he teased softly. Enjolras scowled but Grantaire started swaying gently with the cheesy song they were playing. The revolutionary’s expression softened and he looked at Grantaire with a gentle smile. They danced for the next few songs until the music turned back to the same crappy pop music as before. Enjolras gave him one last smile before slipping away to join his other friends. Grantaire stared at him for a minute until Eponine came over to him with a smirk.

          “Are you really just going to leave him like that?” She teased. Grantaire just looked at her, still slightly dazed.

          “What?” Eponine sighed and shoved him towards Enjolras.

          “Oh go on and have a cute moment,” She urged. Grantaire sighed but listened to her. He followed Enjolras outside and caught him out in front of the school. It was snowing softly and Enjolras looked like an angel in Grantaire’s eyes. Enjolras looked back when he heard the snow crunching under Grantaire’s shoes. 

          “Hi,” he said with a small smile. “Everything okay?” Grantaire stopped next to him and leaned in, kissing him softly. Enjolras was surprised for a minute but melted into Grantaire’s embrace. They broke apart after a minute but stayed close. Grantaire looked up at Enjolras and a rush of relief washed over him when he saw him smiling. 

          “R-” Enjolras started before Grantaire interrupted.

          “I’m moving,” he blurted out. As soon as he said it, he wished he hadn’t. The look on Enjolras’ face was like a kicked puppy.

          “Oh,” he said sadly, looking down and Grantaire could swear there were tears in his eyes. Why did you have to say that?! Grantaire cursed himself. “When?” He asked

          “Over the break.” Just stop talking! Grantaire’s inner voice told him when Enjolras looked back up with a heartbroken expression.

          “But… that’s so soon,” he said. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Grantaire just shrugged.

          “I didn’t think anyone would care.”

          “I care,” Enjolras said almost instantly. Grantaire was both heartbroken and in love at the same time.

          “Look, Apollo I-” Grantaire’s dad pulled up by the school and honked twice. Grantaire sighed and kissed Enjolras one last time before pulling back. “I’ll see you around, Apollo.”

          With that, Grantaire left Enjolras at the curb and got into his dad’s truck. 

          “How was the dance kid?” His dad asked.