That Evening

Kurt knocked on Blaine's door that evening, rocking back on his heels while he waited for a response. He'd dressed up, and if he put effort in only to be stood up, he was going to- "You must be Kurt." Kurt blinked up at the boy who had just opened the door.

"Yes?" he shifted his weight uncomfortably. "Is Blai-"

"Hi!" Blaine shoved the boy – who Kurt presumed to be Sam – out of the way, earning him a shriek of indignation in response.

Kurt grinned. "Blaine Anderson wearing clothes, now that's a sight I thought I might never see," Kurt teased.

To Kurt's delight, Blaine blushed a deep red in response. "Shut up," he laughed. Blaine stepped into the hall, pulling the door closed behind him. "Wait. How'd you know my last name?"

"I'm all knowing," Kurt winked, delighting in the confidence he was feeling.

Blaine laughed as they began walking down the hallway. "For some reason I don't believe that."

"I looked in the admissions office tour files," Kurt admitted. "After the second… incident I figured I should know who exactly put their name on the list of tour dorm rooms and then refused to wear clothes."

"To be honest, bow ties and polo shirts are usually more my style," Blaine said, reaching up automatically to straighten his bow tie.

A few weeks later, they slept together for the first time. When Kurt had shown up at Blaine's dorm room to pick him up for their (low-key) dining hall dinner date, Blaine had casually informed him that Sam was gone for the weekend. Off to see his family. They ended up ordering pizza.

Kurt blinked his eyes open, groaning a little as he stretched, memories of the night before coming back to him as his eyes landed on Blaine. He smiled, settling his bed back on Blaine's shoulder before noticing the clock.

He shot out of bed. Work. He was going to be late for work and he had to grab his tour guide shirt from his room.

Blaine let out a loud snore before jolting awake. "Kurt?" he asked around a yawn.

"I forgot to set me phone alarm!" Kurt said hurriedly, trying to put his pants on. "I'm supposed to lead a tour group in twenty minutes and I have to run across campus. And I need coffee."

"Oh, good," Blaine mumbled, nuzzling back into his pillow.

"Good?" Kurt asked, looking around for his shirt. "How is this good?"

"Thought you were trying to sneak away."

"Oh." Kurt frowned, pulling his shirt over his head. "No." He walked over the Blaine, kissing him lightly on the cheek before heading towards the door. "I'll text you later."

An hour later, Kurt was back at Blaine's dorm. This time with a tour group in tow. Please be dressed. Please be dressed. He knocked.

"Come in!"

Oh no.

Kurt opened the door and his suspicions were immediately confirmed. There was Blaine, looking like he'd taken the time to clean up his room, but not the time to put on clothes and get out of bed. Kurt sighed, trying to suppress the desire to just get back in bed with him.

"And here is a dorm room, complete with a college student who was using his Saturday morning to sleep in."

Blaine gave them all a little wave and a shrug. "I had a paper due last night, I was rewarding myself."

"So," Kurt said into the phone, as he exited the admissions building, coffee in one hand.

"Yes?" Blaine asked, and Kurt could practically see him fluttering his eyelashes in faux innocence.

"You know what you did."

"It was that or get you coffee, but I wasn't sure how the parents would feel about that and I wasn't positive you'd bring a group by my room. It was your own fault really."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "From now on we're only having sex at your place when I don't have work the next day. Do you know what I heard one of the kids say?"

"What?"

"I thought Susan was lying when she said there was a naked guy on the OSU tour."

"Oh god," Blaine cringed.

"Exactly. I think we need to start taking precautions so that next year the freshman don't all know you as The Naked Guy."

"I could accept that title if it meant-"

Kurt opened the door to Blaine's room. "You know, if you're going to keep your door unlocked you should probably wear clothes more often," Kurt quipped, locking the door before approaching Blaine, who was lying on his bed, a delighted smile on his face as he hung up the phone.

"Mmm," Blaine reached out his arms for him. "Wanted to make it easier to persuade you that we should have morning sex." He glanced at the clock. "We missed the morning, but maybe some early afternoon sex will suffice?"

Kurt walked over to the bed, toeing off his shoes as he went. "Promise me you'll be wearing clothes the next time I bring a tour group by."

Blaine leaned up to kiss him. "What if I don't?"

Kurt pulled back a little, fixing him with a look. "Blaine."

"Kurttt," Blaine smiled, trying to kiss him again.

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, and Blaine huffed out a laugh. "I promise to wear clothes."

The Next Tour Group

Kurt knocked on the door, fingers crossed that Blaine would finally finally be fully dressed if he was in the room.

Before he could knock a second time, the door opened. "Good afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen. How can I be of service to you today?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow, unable to help the fond smile that spread across his face as he looked Blaine up and down. A suit. He was wearing a suit. A – wow – really nice suit.

He gestured the group in, giving them his usual intro, before moving over to Blaine, who was still standing by the door. "You're ridiculous."

"Excuse me, I attend a high class institution, I'm just trying to make sure everyone gets the right impression."

Kurt bumped their shoulders together before walking into the hallway. "I'll see you at dinner tonight? Maybe you should keep that suit on."