A/N: Kurt and Kitty fans unite!

Disclaimer: I sadly am not the owner of the genius that is X-men: Evolution.

Kitty sidled up to Kurt and scratched the side of her head nervously. What was there to be nervous about? She'd known him since her freshmen year at Bayville and they were close friends. But her heart was picking up and all of a sudden the chatterbox felt her tongue go numb. Her little fists balled at the side of the frilly pink skirt she was wearing and she told herself that she had to find out. Just why wasn't she dating Kurt? "Kurt," she began with a sweet smile that had his heart melting and freezing at the same time, "Thanks." She gave a light gesture of her arms to the place. "For everything."

"Vhat are friends for?"

And she had it! Her courage was there to grab onto! She was a year older and she had to find out! No more being left in the dark about her own feelings. Just one small step for teenage life and one giant step into growing up. "Do you want to like da-"

Lance looped a sluggish arm over her shoulders with the smell of car fuel and dirt clinging to him. "Hey birthday girl, you gonna dance with me or not?"

Before Kitty could even respond her birthday cake whizzed by splatting Lance right in the face. She glanced around wondering just how that happened until she heard Tabitha shout out with great gusto, "FOOD FIGHT!"

Kurt's reflexes were quicker than Kitty's brain could process and he had her safely under the table with him in a second waiting out the mayhem that ensued from Tabitha's shouting. Lance had too much cake in his face to see where she'd went. "Well, this is some party," said Kitty from her spot huddled under the tablecloth with Kurt. Unknown to Kitty, Kurt's thoughts were being invaded by her very presence. They were so close to each other, shoulders nudging with their legs pulled up against their chests. The duo hesitantly peeked out from under the frilly pink tablecloth to spy Lance chucking a piece of cake at Scott. Kitty scooted further back under next to Kurt, her brown hair brushing over his neck as she turned her head.

He felt a bit guilty her cake was ruined. But who on earth would throw it? Not that he minded the position they were in now.

At that moment the two culprits in question were having a swinging time getting dirty. Tabitha was impressed. Who woulda thunk it that Jean had the guts to use her powers and nail Lance with cake? Girl's gotta get out more with me, thought Boom Boom. Jean was taking advantage of Scott's dropping his guard for her to nail him in the back of the head with pizza while he'd been distracted by his arch-rivals Duncan and Lance.

"Sorry it isn't the best party," Kurt mumbled.

Kitty slid her hand over his image hidden furry fingers. "No, it's the best," she chirped. "Who else can say that they had a food fight at their birthday?" She bumped her head and he was instantly snickering as her hand left his to rub at the sore spot. "How about we get out of here Kurt?"

"I thought I was the genius," he said even while he looped an arm around her waist, tucking her into his side. Friends are always better when they flee together. It wasn't like this was the first time they left someone to have fun, actually last week they'd left Scott and Jean so they could throw a party.

Her arms slid naturally around his neck and she buried her face against his chest ready for takeoff. "Today I'm sixteen," she murmured. "I'm a whole year smarter German pants and if you count in cat years I'm sure I'm far more advanced."

"Obviously," he chuckled. "Let's go get some snow cones Kätzchen." He stole a peek from under the table, aiming for outside the window where everything was blasting with the pretty colors of late fall and far quieter than the ruckus of the food fight. Though it was quite nippy outside, snow cones sounded like the perfect birthday treat to Kitty.

Bamf.

The party girl had fled the scene leaving the others to deal with Professor Xavier and Storm just as they walked into the birthday party. To say they were peeved that a party was thrown so soon after the incident with Arcade was blasphemy. The gang were lucky that Wolverine was out of town on the bike.

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