Kurt led his tour group down the dorm hallway, pointing out the kitchen and the bathrooms as he went. "And now," he paused outside room 162, the names Sam and Blaine written on the white board. "I'm going to show you all a real dorm room."

He knocked loudly on the door. No response. He knocked again. Not hearing anything he tried the door handle – unlocked.

He opened the door. "So this is a standard do-" he froze as he saw a boy, a stark naked boy, wrench briefs over his admittedly fine ass, before he tripped, falling on the floor in front of Kurt's entire tour group.

He slammed the door shut, face bright red. "So- so that," he stuttered out, trying to regain his composure, "was an example of college life when it's early in the semester and you have no afternoon classes. I'll show you all a different dorm room, if you'll follow me."

Did that really just happen?

Kurt managed to successfully avoid room 162 and its…. Incredibly good looking occupant …for three weeks. And then a parent requested to see Biddle Hall. Fingers crossed that no one would be in, he knocked on the door.

"If they're not in I'll just unlock the door so we can peak our heads in," Kurt told the group, fingers crossed that that would be the case.

The door swung open and Kurt couldn't help it when his eyes immediately swept up and down the boy's body. At least he had something on this time. Even if it was only a tiny pair of Captain America briefs. "Hello folks," the boy said, grinning widely as he leaned casually on his door.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Is it all right if we come in?"

"Anything for you," the boy winked at him and Kurt tried not to swallow his own tongue

He shepherded his group into the room, talking loudly enough for the entire group to hear him. "This is what a typical freshman dorm room looks like. You'll have a roommate, as well as a dresser and a desk." He paused, gesturing around the room. "If you're lucky, your room will have closets. When you're done taking a look, please join me back in the hall."

Turning, he walked back over to the boy, who was still leaning against the door. "Glad to see you managed to find some clothes," he hissed. "The parents were horrified last time."

"And yet you came back," the boy smirked, looking far too pleased with himself.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "One of the parents wanted to see this building specifically." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Which one are you?"

"Which one am I what?" the boy asked, confusion crossing his face.

Kurt gestured to the names behind him. "Sam or Blaine?"

"Oh. Blaine. Sam has class right now."

"Well Blaine," Kurt said tartly, trying to ignore the way his insides melted a little as Blaine made eye contact. "Do you think next time you could try to find some pants at least? You know, give everyone the impression that this is a high class institution?"

"This is OSU, it isn't exactly Harvard."

"Yes, but-"

"Excuse me, Kurt?" one of the parents interrupted them. "Can I talk to you about dorm life?"

"Of course!" Kurt turned his attention away from Blaine, swinging back into Tour Guide mode. "Let's step out into the hall so we aren't blocking the door though."

A week later, Kurt brought a tour group back to Blaine's room. At this point, he was honestly a bit curious to see if Blaine would continue his 'I'm barely dressed' routine. Honestly, he was looking forward to it a little.

When he knocked on the door though, no one answered. He knocked again, smiling apologetically at the tour group, before opening the door, a quick glance inside confirming it was empty.

"Well, it looks like no one's in, but you can all take a look anyways."

He let his group go inside, opting to stand in the door behind them. He watched with mild disinterest as the teens and their parents poked around the room.

"Back again I see," Kurt jumped, hand flying to his chest as he spun around.

"Blaine," he breathed out, cheeks flushing as his eyes swept up and down Blaine's body. "Hi."

Blaine leaned casually against the wall next to him, arms flexing as he crossed them over his bare, wet, chest. Blaine cleared his throat and Kurt's eyes shot back up to his smirking face.

"If you want to keep staring, maybe you should come back without the tour group. I could give you a private viewing."

He said it confidently, but when Kurt continued to stare at him, unable to think of a response, Blaine seemed to cringe just a little.

"I-"

"Excuse me?" Kurt's eyes snapped to the parent and the teen who were standing in the door. "Are the buildings co-ed?"

He beckoned them out of the room, casting one last glance at Blaine who was still standing by the door, towel wrapped loosely around his waist, before turning his attention to the girl and her mom.

The next morning Kurt woke up early and headed to Biddle Hall. It was time to let Blaine know he'd gotten his attention. And that he needed to put on clothes. Especially with today being a big tour day, what with the upcoming long weekend and all. So he spent a half hour wandering the building, posting signs on the main doors that read 'There will be tours coming through our dorm today. Please wear clothes.'

When he reached Blaine's hall, he scribbled on the back of it 'Yes, this means you.' Before slipping it under the door and taking off out of the building.

That afternoon, Kurt led a tour group to Blaine's room. Knocking tentatively on the door, he was surprised when a voice called "Door's unlocked!"

He opened the door a little, peaking his head inside – he was not going to risk having anyone else comment to his boss about surprise nudity on the tour – to make sure Blaine was dressed. "Hey, can I-" he froze, eyes widening as they landed on Blaine, who was lying on his bed and appeared to be wearing nothing aside from the blanket covering his ass. "Did you not see the sign?!" he spluttered. "Are you- I have a tour group," he huffed. "Can you at least-" he gestured to Blaine's blanket.

Eyes twinkling, Blaine wrapped the blanket around himself. "Sorry," he shrugged, not sounding the least bit apologetic.

Kurt rolled his eyes, laughing a little as he opened the door wider, to let the group in. "Okay everyone, as promised, a real dorm room to look at." Everyone crowded in he raised an eyebrow at Blaine. "Complete with a student who apparently doesn't realize it's snowing outside." Blaine winked at him, smiling at a few of the teenagers before returning his attention to his textbook.

A few minutes later, after Kurt had herded his group back into the hall, he stuck his head back in the door. "Don't think you're getting away with this. We're having a talk later," he threatened.

"Over dinner perhaps?"

Kurt blinked. "Maybe if you manage to put on a pair of pants between now and then."

Blaine threw the blanket off of himself and Kurt glanced down to see- oh. So he did have something on under there.

"I look forward to it then," Blaine said, heading for a dresser, a broad grin on his face.