genuinewarmdecentfeeling prompted: Kurt and Blaine dress each other up in their own clothes for fun and then it turns into a weird kinky Kurt-as-Blaine/Blaine-as-Kurt roleplay thing
“See?” Blaine says when he comes out of the bathroom after his final touch up and spins around for Kurt. “Told you we don’t dress too similar.”
“I never said that.” Kurt laughs, because all he did was mention that it might be a bit boring to go as each other to Rachel’s masquerade party when they both own pieces the other one wouldn’t mind wearing on an ordinary week day (Blaine had quickly pointed out that Kurt has never ever, as far as he knows, gone outside in a shirt with cute animals in tiny print on it, thank you very much, and Kurt had finally relented).
Looking at Blaine now, though, in tight white jeans and fitted button-up shirt with a black vest over it, Kurt’s happy he went with Blaine’s idea.
No wonder Blaine practically jumps him so often if that is what he looks like.