"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, we get to see the zebras today!"
Ten-year-old Blaine was extremely excited about the field trip their class was going to take to the zoo. First of all, he loves the zoo. What place could be better than the zoo? Besides Disney World, of course.
Nowhere. Nowhere was better than the zoo. But apparently, his best friend Kurt didn't agree, because he wasn't excited in the least bit to go to the zoo, which made absolutely no sense to him. Who wouldn't be excited to go on a field trip? To the zoo?
Well, Kurt wasn't. He was looking at Blaine with his "I am about to say something witty that might include words you'll need to look up in the dictionary" face, arms crossed over his chest as they waited outside for the bus to come.
"I'm aware of this, Blaine," Kurt said, looking down at Blaine haughtily. Blaine didn't think it was fair for Kurt to be taller, especially since Blaine was a whole ten months older than Kurt, but Kurt loved it, because he got to look down at Blaine all the time. It made him feel special.
"But don't you want to see the zebras?" Blaine's current obsession were zebras, after having done a project on them a few weeks ago. All he wanted was to see them in person—maybe he could even pet one.
Kurt didn't want to go, period. Animals smelled bad, they were icky and they would probably mess up his clothes. But he had to admit that seeing Blaine so excited made him a teeny tiny bit excited too.
"Okay, maybe a little."