AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, I was on Tumblr, and I saw something talking about how there was a want for a fic like this. So of course my little writer brain got it's cogs turning. And this is the product. I'm kina dmeh about it, but I wanted to do it. It probably would've been much better had I not been extrememly tired and just a wee bit disoriented when I wrote it. But oh well. Anyway, it's like, one in the morning, and my room's a mess so I guess I should clean it. Anyway, read on!
"You've got to be kidding me, right?" Kurt moaned. Designer labels were being tossed in the air, as if they were grenades. Blaine sat on the bed, Indian style. Picking through the contents of Kurt's closet, he saw some very unusual selections.
"Really, Kurt? A feather boa?" Blaine offered a wry smirk, picking up the item. It was a bright shade of pink, and it reminded Blaine of the shade of Kurt's cheeks when he blushed.
"What?" Kurt turned around to face his boyfriend, "It was for a Glee club act." Blaine couldn't wrap his head around the outlandishness of some of New Directions's performances.
"Remind me what you're exactly looking for again?"
"My Dior trench coat," Kurt said in a stressed tone, "I have to go to a dinner with my dad tonight. It's something for his job..."
While Kurt rambled on about designers and knock offs, Blaine picked up a few of the thrown about clothes that'd been tossed into the air. Seeing a pair of hot pink sunglasses, Blaine slipped them on, along with a red and gold scarf. He smiled at just how ridicolous he knew he looked. He continued to look through the clothing, until he heard a throat clear.
Kurt had been watching Blaine for awhile, absolutley loving Blaine's playfulness. Blaine turned to face his taller boyfriend, turning pink, just like his sunglasses.
Kurt smiled, and said "I love you babe, but pink is not really your color."