A/N: Whoo my first Les Mis fic whoooo!

I've been wanting to write something for this fandom for a while and Valentine's Day seemed like a good starter. This is super short and not my best work; I'm still trying to get a feel for writing the Les Mis world, but I hope you like it! It's college AU and Enjonine, so if you have a problem with both or either, don't read!

Since this is my first fic on this fandom, reviews would be greatly appreciated (also because they're just nice)!

Happy Valentine's Day and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing you see.

Éponine hates this Valentine's Day.

This Valentine's Day, all of her friends have a date. She isn't surprised when Joly, Bossuet, and Musichetta discuss their plans, or when Courfeyrac and Jehan shyly plan their first Valentine's Day together (she thinks it's actually kind of cute), and she even manages to not be surprised when Grantaire casually mentions he's hooking up with a friend with benefits. She expected all that. She even manages to shrug it off when Combeferre, Feuilly, and Bahorel mention that they've managed to find dates. They're reasonably good-looking, entertaining lads.

But you could fairly knock her on her ass when Gavroche blushingly admits that he and his girlfriend are going bowling with their friends on Valentine's Day. Did she mention that he's ten?

It doesn't help that her best friend is dating what could possibly be the ultimate epitome of privileged white girl. Marius, who used to make fun of girls like that with her, is still dating Princess Cosette, and Éponine loses her appetite every time they talk about the carriage ride through the park (seriously, who does that anymore?) and candlelit dinner they have planned.

What helps even less is the knowledge that the only other person in Les Amis who doesn't have a date is Enjolras; who, as Grantaire so eloquently put it, is a heartless, soulless robot whose only love—if you could call it that—is attacking the administration.

Éponine ends up spending Thursday afternoon with said heartless, soulless robot, handing out flyers for rape prevention. There are, she supposes, worse ways to spend a Valentine's Day.

But probably not many.

An hour of handing out flyers, bracelets, and condoms passes, Enjolras and Éponine both rattling off gruesome statistics with cheerful faces ("More rapes occur on Valentine's Day than any other day of the year—be safe!"), before he finally rounds on her.

"Ep, why are you doing this?"

She looks at him in confusion. "Doing what?"

He rolls his eyes. "This." He gestures to the flyers and the "ONE BILLION RISING" banner. "Spreading rape awareness on the most romantic holiday of the year."

"Because it's also the rapiest holiday of the year and the student body needs to be aware?"

"Ep."

"It is! Look!" She shoved a flyer in his face, as if he didn't know what they said.

"I mean, what are you doing…handing out flyers about rape prevention when you could be out having fun?"

"I am having fun," she defended, aware even as she said it how lame she sounded. She forced a smile and elbowed him teasingly. "Besides, I'm hangin' out with one of my best buds!"

"That is an outrageous lie," he deadpanned. "I'm not even having fun."

Éponine passes off flyers to two sorority girls, who promptly throw the papers out, before turning back to Enjolras. "I don't have anything else to do," she says through gritted teeth. "All of my friends have dates. All of them. Even my ten-year-old brother has a date. So it's either spread rape awareness or go home and drown my single sorrows in a handle of Absolut."

Enjolras shrugs. "I'm game if you are."

An hour later finds them sitting in her apartment with the biggest box of chocolates Walmart had to offer, a handle of Absolut vodka and Kill Bill: Volume I playing loudly, as if trying to drown out the sound of all the couples fucking around them. Also because her upstairs neighbors are definitely doing the dirty and the walls are thin.

The Bride is taking on the Crazy 88 and Enjolras and Éponine have made noteworthy progress on the chocolates and the vodka when he turns to her. "You know, you could get a date if you wanted to."

She glances at him, surprised at the sudden conversation—Enjolras hates when people talk during movies. "What?"

"You're attractive, you have a charming personality…you didn't have to hand out flyers today."

She knows what he's trying to say and she shrugs. "I know. I mean, thanks, but…I don't know. I wouldn't be interested in whoever it was."

"Because they're not Marius."

She shrugs again, pretending to be absorbed in the blood splattering everywhere. "I guess."

They're quiet for a long moment.

"Why do you like him?"

She turns her hands up helplessly. "Hell if I know. He's not my usual type."

"What's your usual type?" He's curious, because he's only ever seen Éponine trail after Marius; he wonders what boy (or girl) held her attention before.

She actually snorts. "Losers, if my high school boyfriend is any indication." She takes a swig of vodka and shudders a little as it burns its way down her throat. "I'm getting over it, I think. Cosette is trying to be friends, and she's really dumb and super privileged, but…I don't know, she's really nice, too. And you can't just hate someone who's trying so hard to be friends." She pauses. "She and Marius are good together."

They fall silent again. It isn't until they're about ten minutes into Kill Bill: Volume II that Enjolras speaks again. "You deserve better than this."

"I told you, I'm getting over it," she says patiently, watching the massacre at Two Pines.

"No, I mean, this." He waves an expansive hand over the room. "Spending your Valentine's Day passing out rape flyers and getting drunk to Kill Bill with, you know, me."

She raises an eyebrow. "What do you suggest, since you seem to know what's best for everyone?"

He hesitates, decides it's worth it. "I have an idea." He leans forward and presses his lips very firmly to hers. She allows the kiss to deepen, and she notices that he tastes like bitter chocolate. Before long she is in his lap and the chocolates have fallen on the floor and they are touching each other and god it feels good to have someone.

They end up in her bed and use one of the condoms with a "HAVE A SAFE V-DAY!" wrapper they were passing out earlier. It's fast and it's hard and it's a way to feel better and neither of them pretends it's anything more than that. When it's over, they are relieved to find that neither of them regrets it.

They finish watching the movie as if nothing happened. But the Absolut goes back in the freezer, and after they pick up the chocolates, they keep the box in between them so that they have an excuse not to accidentally touch.

"I should let you sleep," Enjolras says as the credits roll, even though it's barely ten and he knows for a fact Éponine doesn't go to bed before one.

"Oh, yeah." She walks him to the door, hesitates, blurts, "I have more of those condoms."

It's not her best line (shut up she knows okay), but he smiles anyway. "Okay."

It's not a carriage ride through the park or a romantic, candlelit dinner…but it's a start.