A/N: This is my very first House story, so please tell me what you think of it? Now betaed by the lovely HellBeast: thanx!

Disclaimer: they are so not mine!!! (unfortunately)

Morning meant a tremendous amount of pain. The moment House opened his eyes he could feel the bolts of pain running up & down his leg. Gritting his teeth he let his hands wander around in search of his beloved Vicodin, sighing when he found it. Keeping his eyes closed he randomly shook some of the painkillers into his hand and swallowed them. (Now for those who are not familiar with doctors: that was not the wisest decision for someone with this profession. Swallowing tablets without looking at the number of tablets or the label usually means trouble... as House is about to find out too)

It was pink... the entire hospital was surrounded with a pink corona, House shook his head but the hideous colour remained. Knowing that this 'hallucination' was probably caused by the large amount of Vidocin he took, House merely shrugged his shoulders and walked inside, where to his astonishment more pink welcomed him. Making a circle House studied the large pink hearts and balloons that were scattered around the area, even the nurses wore pink hearts on there scrubs. Now convinced that he was dreaming (who in their right mind- well partly right mind, since he didn't think any of the nurses actually had a mind- would wear pink hearts?), he decided to just play along. Whistling a happy tune (and ignoring the strange looks), he got inside the elevator only to be confronted by a glowing Cuddy.

Entering the room was not normally a highlight in House's day, but this time it was: not only had Cuddy been overly friendly but even the nurses had been nice, so hiding in his room really sounded like a good idea... only to be surprised again, this time by Foreman. The doctor was arranging a bouquet of roses on House's desk. Shaking his head, House decided he had had enough of this strange dream: apparently the only way for him to get out of it was to play along. So the moment he heard the heels that were approaching the door he turned around, closed his eyes (he so did not want to see Cameron's gloating face) and stepped forward on the moment the door opened; pulling her further in the room. Not giving himself time to think about it he pressed his lips against hers.

The kiss was somewhat of a surprise, instead of the aggressive attitude House had expected he was greeted by warm shy lips. A taste of vanilla assaulted his senses, vaporizing every intention he had of just planting a kiss and backing away, before Cameron could read more into the gesture then a joke. Instead he intensified the pressure on the lips beneath his own sliding the tip of his tongue around the outline, asking permission to be allowed in. The answer he got was immediate, the lips beneath his own parted willingly, allowing House better access and a stronger taste of the vanilla he had savoured before.

After what seemed like hours, House finally realised two things; the first thing was that he didn't want to stop, but had to because the second thing he noticed was that he had an audience, so he slowly released his hold. The first thing he saw was the shocked face of Cameron who was literally frozen to the floor... and who was standing directly behind the person he had actually kissed: Chase. Not really knowing how to react, House scanned the surrounding area, his eyes finally settling on a card in Cameron's hands. There in very bright colourful letters was the reason everybody was acting like a idiot (and gave him the perfect answer to his equally strange behaviour). Carefully avoiding both the two frozen doctors, he didn't dare look at Foreman, he walked past a stunned Chase and a shocked Cameron, and casually threw over his shoulder:

"Happy Valentine's day."

The end.