A/N- I'm back with another one-shot! It's pretty angsty though, so I'm just warning you.Thank you to everyone who reviewed Heartache! I know it was short, but I'm just glad you guys liked it. I am definitely thinking about writing a W&G fic this summer, but I don't have too many ideas. So I'm going to ask you guys what you want read. I do not write Will/Jack or Grace/Karen, only Will/Grace. Give me any idea and I'll see what I can do. Enjoy and review!

A Forgotten Birthday

"BEEP! BEEP!"

My alarm woke me up at 7:30 A.M., like it did every morning. As I leaned over to turn it off, something began to nag me. There was something going on today, something important. I was determined to figure out what it was. Was there a funeral? No. And even if there was a funeral today, I wouldn't go. Open caskets freak me out. Maybe today was someone's birthday. Someone's birthday? No, it was my birthday, I realized as I slapped my forehead. I'm officially 34 today. Shit. I'll just lie to everyone who doesn't know me and say I'm 29.

I took a shower and changed into a layered skirt and flowered camisole. Surprisingly, I even put an effort into my hair. Applying some lipstick, I wondered what everyone would get me. Especially Will. I actually kept most of the presents he gave me. I inspected myself one last time in the mirror, and walked into the kitchen. Will didn't look up from his newspaper as I walked in.

"Morning sweetie."

"Morning Gracie," he murmured distractedly.

I sighed and reached for a donut. My birthday must have slipped his mind. I prayed for the next couple minutes that he would remember, but my praying failed. He stood up, gave me a kiss on the forehead, and said something about coming home late tonight. I blinked back the tears as I watched him leave.

Work helped me get my mind off of Will for a couple hours. Karen and Jack remembered my birthday. Go figure. Jack got me a Cher doll, but I politely gave it back, which didn't seem to bother him. Karen got me a membership to this new spa a couple blocks away. Don't ask me how an alcoholic and a self-absorbed homosexual remembered my birthday. I don't want to know.

I opened the door to my apartment and put down my bags. It was 6:35. I decided now ought to be the time to order some Chinese. The food arrived a half hour later, so I turned on HBO and ate silently. How the hell did Will forget my birthday? I mean, he never has before. Maybe this is just some big joke that I'm not aware of, and he's going to come home any minute now with a birthday cake. I looked outside as rain began to fall. Or maybe not.

I must have dozed off, because when I woke up, it was a little after 10. Yawning, I turned off the TV and noticed Will still wasn't home. As if on cue, I heard talking outside. I cracked open the door, and saw Will talking to some really hot guy. One look at him and I knew he was gay. They continued to talk, and then they starting kissing. I was going to be sick. As I closed the door, I felt the tears well up in my eyes, the second time that day. I already knew Will had forgotten my birthday, so why was I crying? I was jealous, that's why. Happy fucking birthday, Grace.