Okay, I was going to start this last week but I felt exausted all week and I couldn't get into it. So, here, this is chapter 12, completely beta'd for your viewing pleasure.

Inner Kiwi: PSSHT, More like viewing DISpleasure.

Me: Well fudge, I thought you were gone for good.

Inner: One does not simply get rid of a voice in their head so easily.

Me: whatever.

WARNING!- Minor, extremely undetailed (Like SUPER undetailed) sex scene in this chapter. I'd say skip over it, but it's sort of REEEEEAAALLY important to the plot. Like I said, there is NO detail AT ALL.

Matthew glanced down and the address scribbled on his palm, then up at the house. It was in a very nice neighborhood, with a paved driveway and a two car garage. It looked like the kind of place that you'd find a nice, middle class heterosexual white couple with 2.5 kids and a golden retriever would live, not two gay (Although it had never been totally confirmed, the more he got to know him, the more Gilbert set Matthew's gaydar off like whoa) teenage brothers. Shrugging, Matthew walked up the drive and down the walkway up to the porch. He hesitated a moment, raising his fist to knock.

Before he could, the door flew open, revealing Liz and Gilbert, the former holding the latter in a head-lock. Matthew noticed that she had changed into a purple 'Nobody Knows I'm A Lesbian' shirt, a jean mini-skirt and black leggings, a pair of fluffy rainbow socks completing the look. Damn, Matthew thought, this girl can pull that look off good. (And fuck, now he was setting his gaydar off like whoa)

"Oh, Hey Mattie! Come on in!" The Hungarian chirped, breaking Matthew from his thoughts. He considered asking about why she was assaulting Gilbert, but decided against it, stepping inside and taking off his shoes. In the living room, he could hear "Internet Killed the Video Star" playing from a pair of speakers. As he walked in, he could see that everyone from their lunch time meet ups. They all appeared to be crowded around the Beilschmidt's movie collection, which took up half a wall made entirely of shelves (the other half of the shelf wall was overflowing with books).

"We are NOT watching yet another one of those dreadful fast car movies. God, those movies reproduce more than the Duggar family," Arthur stated, hands on his hips as he glared at Mathias. Mathias glared back twice as hard.

"Why not? It's better than those stupid Harry Po-"

"I advise you not to finish that sentence, unless you'd like to become one celibate little Dane," Lukas cut his boyfriend off, his eyes glinting in a no-nonsense type of way. Mathias quickly raised his hands up in surrender.

"J'ai une idée! Pourquoi ne pas laisser Matthieu décider? He is the reason we all agreed to this, n'est-il pas?" Francis butted in, causing everyone to nod in agreement. Thanks, Francis, way to put all the pressure on me. Hesitantly, Matthew approached the shelves, scanning the rows until he came upon one he'd been wanting to see for a while.

"Erm, how about The Heat?" Matthew suggested. Suddenly, everyone broke out into cheers, except Gilbert, who had broken free from Liz's headlock.

"How is it that the one person who isn't in on the joke ends up picking the one movie you all constantly use to ridicule me?" Gilbert groaned in mock-suffering.

"It must be a gift, amigo," Antonio chimed, grinning at his best friend.

"I swear to Big-Lesbian-God-Who-Doesn't-Really-Exist, next time I'm finding the most racist-towards-Spaniards movie for our movie night!" Gil vowed without much fire. Matthew giggled softy.

"You know, Gil, if your feelings are too sensitive for whatever's in this movie, we could always put on a nice little Land Before Time movie just for you," Matthew offered, with innocent expression never wavering as he cocked his head to the side.

"Holy shit bro, Saint Mattie just called you out, you can't back down now!" Sadik crowed. Gil sighed in defeat before flopping down on the loveseat.

"Fine, let's just watch the damn movie,"

After Liz popped the disc into the player, all the louder boys got treats and drinks for their boyfriends plus Matthew, then they all settled into their separate spots. Matthew ended up on the love seat with Gilbert, who was half-laying-down with his back resting on a pillow between the back rest and the arm rest, and had one of his legs behind his back and one on his legs.

The fact that by the time the movie was twenty minutes in, Matthew was laying on Gilbert's chest, did not get past anyone in the room, except for them of course.

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Hours later and FINALLY getting the Agent Craig joke, Matthew stood up from the love seat, stretching his stiff muscles. the rest of the 14 teens were doing likewise. Lily murmured something about it being late, and she, Liz, Vash and Roderich headed out the door. They were soon followed by others leaving in groups of two or more, until after twenty minutes, only Matthew was left.

He glanced at the clock, seeing that it was almost midnight. By the time he walked home, he'd probably have to either crash on the couch or beg Alfred to share his bed so as to avoid waking Ivan. Not so surprisingly, Ivan was quite a brute when he was woken up in the middle of the night. Although, he wasn't all that great otherwise, either.

"Hey, Birdie, you want me to drive you home?" Gilbert offered, already holding his keys. Matthew bit his lip.

"I don't want to bother you-"

"Don't talk so silly, it's no bother. Besides, you'll freeze your balls off if you walk home- You live like forty minutes away on foot. If I drive you, it's only like 15," The Albino answered as he pulled on his coat and stepped into his sneakers. Well, he does have a point, Matthew reasoned. And hey, maybe if I get there quickly I can sleep in my own bed tonight.

Giving in, Matthew pulled on his coat and boots, following Gil as he went out the garage door. he got into Gil's spectacular car and waited as he started it up and pulled out of the garage.

The drive to his house was spent in the kind of contented silence brought only by tiredness. As he was pretty sure Ivan wouldn't be lurking at the windows (and it was too fucking cold for him to want to have to walk a block), Matthew deemed it safe for Gilbert to pull up in front of his apartment building.

"Thanks for driving me home; I really appreciate it," Matthew said, sincerity shining through. Gilbert just waved off his thanks with a smile.

"What kind of un-awesome arschloch doesn't drive his carless friend home?" Gilbert answered. "Anyway, flick your lights when you get in so I know you made it home safe, kay?"

Touched and slightly surprised by his consideration, Matthew nodded and got out of the car. he half jogged up the snow flanked path up to the door. He quickly punched in the security code and walked int he building, thanking God that he wasn't homeless in this weather and sending up a little prayer for those that were. he made his way up the three flights of stairs to his apartment. Finally, he made it to his floor and came to his apartment door, the first one on the left. He pulled his keys from his pocket and slid got ready to slid them into the lock, before he noticed that the door wasn't quite shut. He pushed the door open and stepped into his apartment-

"AHH! Harder Ivan!"

Only to see his boyfriend buck-naked, screwing and equally naked Yao the couch.

Matthew froze for a moment, shocked. Sure, he'd always known that Ivan was fooling around with the Chinese boy, but he'd never seen solid proof before. Seeing this, his boyfriend having sex with another man in MATTHEW'S OWN APARTMENT, filled him with a peculiar mix of rage and sadness. Suddenly, Ivan looked up meeting his eyes for a moment. The Russian frowned for a moment before turning away to continue thrusting, obviously finding his completion more important than his boyfriend knowing he was cheating. Matthew felt sick to his stomach.

Quickly, he whirled around and slipped back out the door, not bothering to shut it. He flew down the flights of stairs and out of the security door. He felt a moment of panic, worrying that Gilbert had already left, but that panic was soon soothed as he spied the unique car still sitting in front of the building. He ran down the path and pulled open Gilbert's car door. The Albino looked up in shock as he tumbled into the seat.

"C-can you- Can, Can I please- Just I don't-" Matthew hadn't realized until now that he was sobbing, unable to stop the emotions from finding an outlet. Gilbert turned toward him and smoothed his thumbs over his cheeks, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Shh, it's okay, you can stay at my place, it's fine," He assured him, taking his hand as he pulled away from the curb. He broke about 10 traffic law, getting back to his house in 5 minutes. He thanked every god he could think of that his brother and Feli (who stayed over on weekends) had already gone to bed as he led a still sobbing Matthew into the house through the garage. taking his hand, he pulled the slightly younger boy through the house until they reached the kitchen, where Gil opened the basement door and descended down the stairs to his room. He gently steered Matthew toward his bed, sitting him down on the bed. he went to is dresser and retrieved a two pairs on PJ pants and one of his favorite shirts, a gray tee that hisgrandfather had brought back from a trip to Chicago.

"Here, I'm going to go into the bathroon while you change in here, okay?" Gilbert's gentle tone would have shocked any who thought him to be nothing but a lodmouth asshole as he handed a pair of red bottoms and the Chicago shirt to the Canadian.

Matthew nodded mutely, his head still down and shoulders still shaking. Somewhere in the back of his mind Gil noted that like in everything else, his Birdie was a silent crier as well. Somehow, this didn't surprise him. Standing, Gilbert headed into the bathroom.

When he returned, Matthew was still sitting on the edge of his bed, although he had changed, and now his knees were drawn up to his chest.

"I'm back," He told him unneccesarily. Matthew's only response was to let his legs dangle again.

Knowing hewouldn't get any morefrom him, Gilbert pulled back the covers on his bed and laid Matthew down, crawling in beside him. He opened up his arms and Matthew gratefully entered them, crying into the Prussian's chest as he whispered sweet nothings into his hair.

Gilbert continued to do so, long after he had finally cried himself to sleep and well into the wee hours of the morning as the world outside his window turned pink.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... Yeah. This is part one of the epic climax. Drop me some reviews about what you think is going to happen next!

Inner Kiwi: Watch some review predict almost exactly what is going to happen.

Me: It wouldn't be the first time. And in case any of you were wondering-

A) The "Nobody Knows I'm A Lesbian" shirt was comes straight from the book Keeping You A Secret by Julie Anne Peters, which I reccomend to any of my fellow lezzies or anyone who loves LGBT literature as much as I do. It's actually remarkably accurate in the way the main character discovers her sexuality (Or at least I identified with it) And the ending was really sweet for a change.

B) Big-Lesbian-Jesus-Who-Doesn't-Exist was something I found in Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan. Once again, a MARVELOUS book with the cutest little story ever! It doesn't have much of a plot outside of the romantic aspects, but the characters (especially Infinite Darlene) are fantastic! In fact, EVERYTHING by David Levithan is fantastic.

And C) The "fast cars" movies I was referring to were in fact Fast and the Furious.

Translations:

J'ai une idée! Pourquoi ne pas laisser Matthieu décider? - I have an idea! Wht not let Matthew decide?

N'est-il pas?- Is he not?

Any other things I'm going to assume you have enough brain cells to trnslate your damn self.

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