This is just some cute Huddy. It also includes a bit of House/Wilson friendship as well, which was fun to write. Anyway, it's going to have four chapters total. Here's the first. And I don't own this, so don't sue me.

Inhale. Slow movements. Exhale. And hold.

THUD

Inhale. Stretch up. Exhale. Back to center.

THUD.

Inhale. Extend arms. Exhale. Back to center.

THUD.

"Damn it."

Cuddy sighed and left her living room. She padded barefoot on her hardwood floor to the front door. Without hesitation, she threw it open and her eyes fell on House.

House's eyes lowered to Cuddy's pink tank top and ventured down to her black cotton pants. He brought his gaze back up to her face. She raised a hand, indicating she wanted some sort of explanation as to why he was on her doorstep at six seventeen in the morning.

"What?" House asked.

"It's quarter after six." Cuddy's eyebrows drew together. "Is there a reason you're awake and here?"

"What were you doing?" House attempted to peek into Cuddy's home, but she blocked his view.

"I was- it doesn't- yoga," she finally answered him after flustering. "I do yoga every morning. It helps me relax."

House stared and the forced her door open. "Yeah right."

House pushed his way in, much against Cuddy's glaring protest. He moved to the doorway of the living room and his eyes fell on the lilac yoga mat on the floor. He looked back to Cuddy.

"Yes?" Cuddy asked. "See anything wrong there, House? Caught me in a lie?"

Closing his mouth, House shook his head a little. Cuddy moved past him and gave him a tap in the chest.

"That's what I thought," Cuddy told him as she entered the living room. She turned, with hands on her hips, and faced him. "What do you want? I'd like to finish my yoga before I get ready for work."

"Can I... watch?" House asked.

"Excuse me?" Cuddy raised her eyebrows, then shook her head. "No. This is the only peace I get during the day, House, and you're not going to ruin it for me."

"Who said anything about ruining it?"

"No," Cuddy enforced. "What are you doing up at this hour anyway? I have to threaten your life just to get you into work before noon."

"Just because I don't come in until ten," House thought this over for a moment and then corrected, "eleven- doesn't mean I'm not awake early."

Cuddy narrowed her eyes, seeing right through House. He held up his statement for a few tense seconds before shaking his head and giving up.

"Okay, maybe it does," House admitted

Cuddy just wanted him to leave. She figured the sooner she got to the heart of the matter, the sooner House would leave. Cuddy lowered her hands to her side with a sigh.

"So, why is today a special occasion?" she asked him.

House appeared shocked. "Don't tell me you forgot."

"Forgot?" Cuddy repeated, displaying her irritation.

"Your birthday," House indicated as if it was more than obvious.

Cuddy gave a wave of her hand along with a shake of her head. "Today's not my birthday, House."

"On the contrary, it is," House replied.

"No," Cuddy said more forcefully. "It's not."

House drew his eyebrows together and for a moment was under the impression that he may have gotten it wrong. However, he knew he had to be right which meant Cuddy was trying to convince him otherwise. That intrigued him.

"I know for a fact that today is your birthday," House told her, moving in to her. "It's been circled on Wilson's calendar since six months ago."

"Fine, it's my birthday." Cuddy raised her head up, annoyed. At times when House was too close, she always wished she was taller. "Can you go now?"

"Don't think you can fool me with that tone." House shook his head. "I'm master of that tone."

"House,please." Cuddy placed a firm hand on his chest. "I need to do my yoga, so unless your patient has died or you need to do something I'm going to say no to, I'll see you at the hospital. Hopefully, on time."

House paused, then nodding slowly, knowingly. "You're sly, Cuddy. However, I have the upper hand because I'm right."

"Except you're not."

Cuddy pushed House out of the living room and almost made him fall as her hands were on his back, forcing him from her home. Once the front door was opened, she shoved him out it.

"It's your birthday, Cuddy," House said on the stoop.

"You're wrong," Cuddy replied and slammed the door in House's face.