No matter what, Kurt was having trouble wiping the smile off his face. Whatever that thing did which caused him to turn into his friend Chelsea, also seemed to prevent him from feeling anything other than happy -- at least for now. Rationally, he knew he should be concerned about being swapped into the wrong body and about being alone in the woods, but he still couldn’t seem to rally his emotions to actually physically worry about it. Still, that didn’t meant he couldn’t do something about at least one of these things. He went back to tracing his track in the snow and looking for his friends. After about an hour, he finally saw someone. He could recognize the clothes from a pretty good distance. After all, they were the ones that he had put on this morning. Soon enough, his own former body saw Kurt as well and started running towards him.