WARNING: This fanfic contains pairings that you may or may not agree with. Please note that I don't necessarily endorse any of these couplings, but I find them highly entertaining. If you're offended by this, please direct yourself to some G rated cannon coupling fluff.

DISCLAIMER: I wonder if I would get sued for claiming to own these characters. Only one way to find out.... ahem I own these characters! gets punched by Stan Lee

-Hizzy

The sun rose in the sky, lighting up a beautiful Valentine's Day. Love was in the air. But something was amiss. This was no ordinary Valentine's Day, as everyone would soon realize. For whatever reason, some supreme being decided that things were getting boring in Bayville and the residents needed to have something interesting happen. So this supreme being used it's magical-supreme being powers to put a spell over the entire city. A spell of love. To most people, this would seem a good thing; but it was quite the opposite. The supreme being sat back and watched the fun begin.

The students at Professor Xavier's institute were just being to wake up. None were aware that this day was different than any other day. In fact, during these early hours most didn't even know their own names. Jean was the first to emerge from her room. She began walking down the hall when she heard a different door open and Kitty stepped out, too groggy to acknowledge Jean's presence. But Jean very much acknowledged Kitty's presence. She was acknowledging it more than she ever thought she could. Kitty felt Jean's eyes on her and finally looked up. She gasped at what she saw. It was only Jean but for some reason that seemed very important. She suddenly realized that Jean was her best friend ever. No. Not her best friend. It was much more than that. The two girls stared at each other, unable to speak.

"Kitty, I-" Jean started but Kitty cut her off.

"Don't speak, Jean. I, like, know exactly what your thinking. I can see it in your eyes, and I must tell you that I feel the same way." As Kitty said this, tears of joy formed in Jean's eyes and spilled over her blushing cheeks. Without another word, they embraced each other and cried into each other's shoulders. They had stayed that way for only a moment before they heard a strangled cry from nearby. The girls let go of each other and turned to see Kurt staring at them, wide-eyed. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. How could they do something like this to him? He looked from one of his loves to the next in disbelief.

"Kitty.... Jean...." he whimpered, "How could you both cheat on me like this?"

The two girls stared at him in disgust. Kitty turned up her face at him, "You're just jealous of what we have."

"Ja!" he shouted, "I'm VERY jealous!"

"Look, Kurt," Jean said evenly, "You're a nice guy and all but it just wouldn't work"

"But..." his lower lip trembled and he turned away. He couldn't stand to see the people he loved so much loving each other.

Meanwhile, at that very moment, the brotherhood of mutants were also waking up. Pietro was already sitting at the table eating breakfast and reading the newspaper. He had just finished reading the sports section in three seconds flat when he heard somebody enter the room.

"Pietro, do you know where the-" Lance began but was silenced immediately when Pietro lowered the newspaper and looked up at him. Pietro choked on his toast as he saw the other boy. There was a long silence as both stood very still, doing nothing more than staring at each other. Thoughts were racing through Pietro's head, while Lance's entire thought process had crashed entirely. Neither knew what to make of the situation, so they didn't make anything of it. They were both too embarrassed to mention anything to the other, because for all they knew he didn't like boys.

Lance sat awkwardly down next to Pietro and picked up a section of the newspaper. Pietro tried to continue reader but he was far too distracted. 'Gotta say something...' Lance thought. "So... uh..." he started lamely and looked down at the obituaries he was holding, "It looks like John Smith died."

Pietro sifted in his seat nervously, "Really? That's really, really sexy.... I mean bad!" He hoped Lance hadn't been paying attention to what he had just said.

"Yup," Lance said shortly. There was another uncomfortable silence as neither could think of something to say. Pietro tried to continue eating his toast but it seemed to taste like Lance somehow. Lance stared directly ahead of him and didn't move.

Finally, Pietro said something, "It's too bad about John Smith. He was a great guy."

"He sure was," said Lance. They momentarily stared at the wall they were facing. Suddenly, both grabbed on to each other and began kissing passionately. That lasted for about five seconds, when they realized what they were doing. At the same time the two boys went back to their sitting positions.

Pietro looked nervously at the table, then decided he had to do something. He jumped to his feet and said very quickly, "I have to go to the bathroom!" With that he sped out of the room.

Lance stared after him, "I'll miss you!"

Back at the institute, the students were not having an easy time adjusting to the new situation.

Evan stared intently into his fish bowl. He spoke to the fish in a dreamy voice, "Oh, Mr. Bubbles, I know it's wrong but I just can't help feeling this way about you."

In a separate room, Jamie was hugging Jamie, but Jamie was very jealous and couldn't get Jamie to stay away from Jamie. I fight had broken out between Jamie and Jamie, while Jamie tried to stop Jamie from hurting Jamie.

One Jamie shoved another Jamie to the floor, "Back off, Jamie! Jamie's mine!"

"Not if I can help it!" said Jamie and punched Jamie.

All of Jamies' racket had alerted both Rogue and Scott who had come running out of their rooms at the same time and bumped into each other. Suddenly, the sound of Jamie being killed wasn't important anymore. Rogue blushed as she looked at him, both confused and exhilarated by how she felt. She had noticed a certain stirring inside of her the other day when she had looked at him, but she could have sworn it was only gas. Now she knew what it really was.

And so began the most confusing Valentine's Day ever. Except for that one Valentine's Day in Wilmington, North Carolina, which was definitely much more confusing.