"Kurt, I don't like yellow," Blaine said skeptically, eyeing the bundle of fabric that Kurt held in front of him.
"Mustard," Kurt corrected, waving the shirt. "Try it on. It'll look good. It's Marc Jacobs."
"Then why are you giving it away?" Blaine asked.
"I don't have the skin tone for it. It makes me look sickly," Kurt said dismissively. "Take your shirt off."
"You could at least buy me dinner first," Blaine grumbled, pulling his gloriously not-yellow t-shirt over his head with a sigh. "It's really yellow." He reached out for the shirt, chuckling when he saw Kurt's glazed expression, eyes trained on his chest.
"M-mustard," Kurt said again, but with much less conviction, dropping the garment as he closed the distance between them. "On second thought, it's a stupid shirt."
"Agreed," Blaine grinned, pulling at the hem of Kurt's shirt as Kurt lifted his arms. "So is yours."