Kurt walked down the halls of Bayville High. There was a little extra bounce in his step that not even an early morning run-in with Principle Darkholme could take away. As he approached his locker, he found Scott leaning against the locker adjacent to his. The lean teenager gestured to Kurt's locker.

"Look-y what you got," stated Scott with a grin.

Kurt was surprised to find something taped to the locker door. It was a hand-drawn note, inked in brilliant primary colors. The paper proclaimed "Happy Birthday, Kurt! Love, Kitty." It was complete with girlish doodles. Kurt felt his cheeks grow warm.

"Today is your lucky day, my friend," teased Scott.

Kurt murmured incoherently as he carefully removed the note. He twisted the combination and opened his locker door. After a moment of staring at Kitty's message, he taped it to the inside of the locker. Next to him, Scott chuckled.

"What?" asked Kurt defensively, his German accent thicker than normal.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

Kurt frowned at his friend and firmly shut his locker door. "What are you thinking, Scott?"

The dark-haired boy shrugged his shoulders casually. "Just that you and Kitty get along really well…"

"Worry about your own love life, ja?" replied Kurt, nodding towards Jean who was walking up to join them.

Scott quickly turned his complete attention to the lovely red-head. As the three headed off to their last class, Kurt fell back a few paces, allowing Scott and Jean to walk ahead. He felt a tiny twinge of jealousy stab at his heart. The forlorn thought crossed his mind that he would never know the delight of walking side by side with a lovely girl. Who would want him? The real him. Kurt brushed aside the thought. It was his birthday and he was determined to enjoy the day no matter what.