A/N- Okay, after this I'm going to work on Genie in a Bottle and Kurt, a Reflection and Say Something. I pinkie-swear!

This challenge was unbelievably hard, so thank you to Oceansurferg for confusing me: mitosis democracy flaming teleportation giraffe contorted hamburger cardboard lei sousaphone remonstration string dragon darling tea obtuse laughter garden bookshelf. Thank you to Semper Fi Sweatshirt for helping me through this one.

Kurt did not care for Advanced Biology. He couldn't care less about niches or mitosis or ecological food chains. Yet here he was, sitting on his bed on Saturday morning with a textbook in front of him, doing today's round of homework. He was interrupted, however, by a call on his cell phone. Kurt rolled his eyes, knowing exactly who it was.

"Hi, Blaine," Kurt said wearily. He knew that he would never get his work done while on the phone with his boyfriend.

"Kurt, what's an obtuse angle?"

Kurt furrowed his brow. "Blaine, you're taking Pre-Calculus, not Geometry. Why do you need to know?"

He heard laughter on the other end of the line. "Well I was measuring the scales on my dragon and I was curious!" Kurt didn't respond, and Blaine chuckled nervously. "Just kidding. I needed an excuse to call you. Hi."

"Hi," Kurt said, allowing himself to laugh as well. "I really do need to get back to work though, so-"

"Wait!" Blaine shouted into the receiver. "I'm bored! Do you wanna hang out?" Kurt was about to ignore Blaine's remonstration and turn him down, but he was cut off.

"We could have a tea party in my mom's garden, or I could buy you a hamburger, or-"

"Blaine, you know I don't eat that crap."

"-I could teach you how to play the sousaphone!"

Kurt was sputtering now. "You know how to play that weird tuba thing?" He put his textbook back on his bookshelf as they spoke, knowing he would have to finish his work later.

Blaine sighed. "It's called a sousaphone, not a 'weird tuba thing.' But if that's how you feel about Sally, you can't meet her."

"...Sally?" Kurt's face contorted as he held back peeling giggles. He knew that Blaine's face would be flaming red by now.

"Yes. Sally the sousaphone. But she is staying tucked away in my closet. Now, what else could we do..." Kurt opened his mouth to interject, but was interrupted again. "Let's go see the giraffes!"

"Blaine, I'm not in the mood for a giraffe visit." Thinking of the zoo made Kurt think of the mountain of biology homework he had.

"Well then what do you want? This is, after all, a democracy. You can vote on which activity you would like."

"Don't lie to me, Blaine. This is a monarchy, and I'm the king." Kurt meant it as a joke, but Blaine was too impatient to listen.

"Just pick something, Kurt! Please? I miss you!"

"Then build a teleportation device and take me somewhere fabulous!" Kurt hung up the phone. He didn't have time to do this, he needed to do his homework.


"Done!" It had been two hours, but Kurt finally finished his homework. He might as well call Blaine, it had been a little teensy bit rude of him to hang up on the poor Warbler. Kurt pressed Blaine's speed dial number and waited for him to pick up.

"Kurt! Get over here!"

"What? Blaine, I-"

"My house. Right now. Bring swim trunks." Then Blaine hung up the phone, leaving Kurt confused but intrigued. He grabbed his keys and headed for the door, calling to Burt and Carole that he probably wouldn't be home for dinner. Kurt's black Navigator pulled away from his driveway and in no time he was parked outside Blaine's house. The short boy was smirking, his shirt off and a pair of blue swim trunks sitting low on his hips.

"Okay. I built a transporter," Blaine said as Kurt climbed out of his car. The boy laughed, but the laughter turned to surprise when Blaine grabbed his hand and dragged him to the backyard. There was a cardboard box, still glistening slightly with wet paint. Blaine giggled and covered Kurt's eyes with one hand, prying off his button-up shirt with the other. Kurt felt something plastic fall across his neck, and heard Blaine whisper, "Complimentary lei," in his ear.

"What're we doing?" Kurt asked wistfully.

"I told you, I made a transporter!" Blaine planted a quick kiss on Kurt's cheek. "And I'm going to take my darling boyfriend to Hawaii." Kurt gasped. He fondled the string of his lei and let Blaine lead him through the cardboard box. Finally, Blaine removed his hand. Kurt blinked at the sudden light. There was a tiny inflatable pool of water next to an inflatable palm tree. Sand mixed with the grass, and Blaine would probably get in trouble for that when his parents got home. But that didn't matter now.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier," Kurt said, stepping into the wading pool. Blaine simply followed him and sat beside him.

"As long as you didn't bring your homework to Hawaii, I'll forgive you."