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Matthew couldn't believe his eyes. The double doors had opened up to a room with the two other members of the Bad Touch Trio. Antonio was sitting on a low stool, tuning a cello. Francis had a viola tucked under his chin and was plucking the strings to test them. A piano sat between them and several other orchestra instruments were in the room. After a few moments of shock, Matthew finally managed to regain his powers of speech.

"The Bad Touch Trio is a classical music trio?" he exclaimed in pure amazement. Francis and Antonio looked at him, finally noticing that he and Gilbert had entered the room.

"Buenas tardes, Matteo!" Antonio called out cheerfully. "What are you doing here?"

Gilbert slung his arm around Matthew's shoulders and answered for him. "Turns out Jailbird here is a violinist!" Gilbert announced. Francis and Antonio perked up at this news.

"Really?" Francis asked, his eyes gleaming. "You must play with us."

"That's what I brought him here for," Gilbert said. He turned towards Matthew. "We've been playing together even since we were little, but we never could find a violinist awesome enough to play with us. Well, Feli can, and my cousin, too, but Feli's always getting distracted by Ludwig, and Roderich's too much of a douche. "

"We've been looking for a violinist for ages," Antonio interjected, cutting off what might have become a very long rant.

"You need a violin to be able to play anything," continued Francis, "Since all classical leads are pretty much written for the violin."

"So will you play with us, Jailbird?" Gilbert pleaded. "Just try out a few pieces." By then, Matthew had recovered mostly from the surprise.

"Sure," he answered, his voice still a little shaky. "I'll try."

"Awesome!" Gilbert cried out before finally letting go of Matthew and sitting down at the piano bench. "Let's start easy; is Pachabel's Canon all right with you?" Matthew nodded and took his violin out of its case. Gilbert counted off and they started to play.

The Bad Touch Trio was amazing. Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert all handled their instruments with skill, as if they had been born with them. The music was seamless, flawless. Not a single note was missed or off-key. Yet Matthew could hear that there was something missing in their music. Even with that missing something, they were so amazing Matthew nearly forgot to join in. The second he did, it all came together. A violin was what they had been missing. Matthew hadn't thought it possible that something could be more lovely than the music they had been playing, but after he touched his bow to the strings of his violin, the music's beauty and intensity blossomed. They reached the end of the piece, the music slowly coming to a stop. There was a moment of silence.

"That was amazing, Matteo!" Antonio exclaimed.

"Magnifique!" threw in Francis.

"Incredible," breathed Gilbert, absolutely entranced.

They moved on from there, the entire evening spent in the rapture of Haydn, Bach, and Mozart. It wasn't until Ludwig interrupted (with Feli hanging off of his arm and chanting "Pasta!") to tell Gilbert that dinner was almost ready that they were even aware of how much time had passed. Matthew checked his watch and yelped.

"It's getting late, I really need to go home," he said, quickly rewrapping his violin and putting it back in its case.

"I'll drive you," Gilbert said. "But first, I need to know. Will you do it? Will you join our trio and make it a quadruple?"

"That would be a quartet, génie," corrected Francis. Gilbert rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." He turned back to Matthew. "Will you?" Matthew nodded.

"Yeah, I'd love to."

"Great!" Gilbert exclaimed, smiling brightly.

"I'll have to schedule it around my stupid brother's band, though," warned Matthew. Gilbert shrugged.

"We can work through that," Gilbert assured him. "Now let's go." He led Matthew back through the maze of hallways and back to the garage. They drove in silence for a few minutes.

"Hey, Mattie," Gilbert finally began, starting off the conversation they'd both been avoiding since Gilbert had first see the violin sitting in Matthew's room. "Not that I'm mad at you or anything, but why didn't you tell me that you played the violin?"

It was a good thing it was dark in the car, because Matthew was setting a new record for blushing.

"Well," he began, drawing the word out. "I just... I just..." He swallowed hard. He screwed up his eyes and called out all of his courage, drawing strength from happy memories of himself and Gilbert. "I didn't want to lose you. You're the first friend I've ever made, and I thought if you knew that I liked sissy things like classical music you wouldn't want to hang out with me." Matthew noted that against his will, he had started shaking. "Your friendship means everything to me."

Gilbert barely registered the red light ahead of him and tapped the brakes just in time, bringing them to a stop. Even with the red light reflecting on his best friend's face, Gilbert could tell he was blushing. He felt the deep feeling in the words he had just proclaimed and Gilbert felt ridiculously happy because of them.

Matthew was looking unbearably cute and flustered and Gilbert couldn't help himself. He leaned across the car and gently pressed his lips to Matthew's.

Matthew immediately stiffened and his eyes flew open in surprise. Gilbert noticed the light turn green and he broke off the kiss quickly, embarrassed. He should have known that Matthew didn't feel the same. He hit the gas pedal and they started driving again.

Matthew was still frozen in shock, and Gilbert was frantically trying to come up with an excuse that would fly for him kissing his best friend. It was a German thing? No, that was stupid. It was CPR? But Matthew was still breathing.

Or at least, he thought Matthew was still breathing. He was so still it was always a possibility that he had forgotten to breathe. Gilbert continued to wrack his brain for an idea–any idea–but kept drawing up blank. Matthew stayed stock still and didn't move until Gilbert pulled to a stop at a stop sign. The jarring motion finally startled Matthew enough to move.

"What the hell was that?" he shrieked.

"A stop sign?" Gilbert offered weakly as he pressed on the gas again and they started moving.

"I meant the kiss!"

"Late reaction, much? That was almost five minutes ago," Gilbert joked weakly.

"Just answer the question!"

"Because... I felt like it." Dammit. Where the hell had that come from? That was the shittiest excuse his brain had come up with yet. Since it was kind of sort of the truth.

"Pull over." It wasn't a request. Nervously, Gilbert pulled over, expecting Matthew to slap or punch him, storm off, and never speak to him again. He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain that was sure to come.

It didn't. Instead, he heard the clink of a seat belt being undone, a weight lean on him, and the feeling of a soft pair of lips press against his own. His eyes widened and he was too shocked to respond. After a few seconds, Matthew pulled away, blushing lightly.

"That was because I felt like it," he said as he leaned back into his chair and moved to put his seat belt back on. Gilbert undid his own and threw the car into park.

"Gil, what are you doing?"

"I am parking the car because, as awesome as I am," he paused, then climbed over the armrest and settled on Matthew's lap, "I still can't drive and make out with you at the same time."

Matthew barely even registered the words before their lips were crashed together again. For a moment, he was too busy trying to figure out what the hell was happening to respond, but when Gilbert started to pull back his arms moved on their own, wrapping around Gilbert's neck and pulling him back down.

Matthew had never kissed anyone before, so he let Gilbert lead him, clumsily moving his lips in time with Gilbert's. Completely of their own accord, his lips parted slightly and oh God, was he glad he had gotten that tongue piercing! After what felt like a wonderful eternity, they finally broke apart, gasping for air.

Gilbert settled back slightly further on Matthew's knees as they both caught their breath. Matthew dully noted that Gilbert had a dull flush in his cheeks, standing out prominently against his normally pale skin. Gilbert cleared his throat nervously.

"Mattie, I... I like you," he said finally. Matthew felt a stupid grin spread across his face and leaned forward, pressing a short kiss to Gilbert's lips.

"I like you, too," he answered before they fell into another passionate kiss. This one lasted a bit longer before they were forced to resurface for air.

"So what does this make us now?" Matthew asked breathlessly. Gilbert was unable to answer because an obnoxious ringing sounded through the car.

"Damn," Matthew swore and he tried to reach into his pocket. "Gil, get off me for a second." Gilbert shifted and Matthew retrieved his phone, wincing at the caller ID. "Hey, Mom."

"MATTHEW WILLIAMS! WHERE ON EARTH ARE YOU?" Her voice sounded so loudly even Gilbert could hear it.

"I was at a friend's house, I'm on my way home," Matthew reassured his mother before hanging up. He took one look at Gilbert and started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"You're pouting."

"The awesome me doesn't pout!"

"Anyway, much as I'd like to stay here, I really need to be getting home before my mom sends out a search party." Another round of chuckles. "Gil, you're pouting again."

"I am not!" Gilbert insisted as he reluctantly got off of Matthew and returned to the driver's seat. He drove his new boyfriend home, sneaking in a good night kiss, before driving off.

Life was good.