owlinaminor:

imagine enjolras and grantaire at junior prom.  imagine they’ve only been dating for a couple of weeks and haven’t kissed yet, and everything’s still kind-of new and awkward (especially since neither of them have really had a relationship before.)

imagine they go outside for some fresh air and grantaire looks at the ground, and looks at enjolras, and says, “so, um, there’s something I’d really like to do with you.”

and enjolras doesn’t say anything, so grantaire continues, “could you maybe, um, help me out a little here?  so it isn’t really awkward?”

enjolras nods, cautiously.

“do you know what I’m talking about?” grantaire asks, his face flushing bright red.  "what … um … what I think we should do?“

and enjolras’ whole face lights up, and he says, “of course!  we should start a revolution!  if we go back inside and start explaining the true potential of the rule of the proletarian, maybe we can convert everyone and –”

(he keeps ranting, and grantaire just stares at him, like, this is it, this is where I have laid my affections.)