Kurt got back to his room and laid down, exhausted by the long day, and fell into a deep sleep. He woke up to his phone ringing.

"Hello?" he mumbled.

"Hey buddy, it's your first day of college," his dad said, his voice chipper.

"What time is it?" Kurt said, trying to open his eyes.

"It's six in the morning. I figured you'd be up already, planning your outfit," he teased.

"I was tired and I decided sleep is more important," he replied, slowly sitting up on the side of his bed.

"Are you feeling ok?" his dad asked, his tone changing from teasing to worried. "Do you have a fever or any pain?"

"No, Dad, geez, get a grip," Kurt said, rolling his eyes. "I was just tired from moving. That is enough to make anyone tired."

"I guess. Don't forget, your first class is at seven in,"

"Amberley Hall. Yes, Dad, I remember. I'll even text you when I'm done so you know it went okay," Kurt assured him.

"Hey, don't get annoyed with your old man. I can't help that I worry, I've earned it," he said gruffly.

Kurt took a deep breath. "I know, I'm sorry, Dad. I really am feeling good and I'll call you later, ok?"

"Thanks kid. I love you."

"I love you, too, Dad," Kurt said and hung up. He noticed he had two missed texts.

Rachel: Kurt! Did you call Blaine for that tour yet? He really is a cutie.

Kurt shook his head. She was going to be impossible. Opening the next text, he gasped.

Hey blue eyes. It was nice meeting you. I was serious about that tour. Enjoy your first day, Kurt. -Blaine.

He had even signed his name in the text, like Kurt might not be able to read the caller ID. He smiled. This was the perfect start to the day. He noticed the text had come the night before. He would reply later. He didn't want to risk waking him up, even if he probably did have class.

He took time with his appearance, wanting to look good for his first day. After showering and styling his hair, he slid into faded skinny jeans, a long sleeved white shirt with a black vest over it, his favorite key pendant attached to the lapel. Slipping his feet into his black Doc Marten boots, he was ready to go.

The morning went by in a blur, his classes much easier than he'd hoped. Majoring in fashion had been a good choice. He fit in with his classmates and he could quickly tell he wasn't the only openly gay student. He had a feeling in the fashion classes that being straight might the minority.

After his second class he had an hour break, so he headed to the Spork to get a cup of coffee. Pulling out his phone, he stared at Blaine's text before taking a deep breath and hitting 'reply'.

Hi Blaine, it was nice meeting you too. First day is going good so far, thank you. -Kurt

He typed his name just to be smart and sent the text. He didn't know when or even if Blaine would reply but it was nice to have the text to stare at.

His phone beeped. A new text.

Couldn't stop thinking about your eyes all night. Glad your day is going good. Are you going to let me show you around or what?

Kurt gasped. Couldn't stop thinking about his eyes? Kurt's? Could he be so lucky to meet a guy who thought he was actually attractive? His heart pounded in his chest and he rubbed at it absently. Should he take him up on the tour offer? He'd thought Blaine was just being polite. He bit his lip and began typing.

If you aren't too busy, a tour would be great. When were you thinking?

Thinking the weekend would probably be a good time, Kurt wondered if his dad would be upset if he didn't spend come spend the whole weekend at home.

When is your last class of the day? I'm free after two. Can't wait to see you again.

Today? Could a person's heart literally beat its way out of their chest? Should he take him up on it or should he play shy and hold off? He snorted to himself. No way, this is college. It was time to live a little. Besides, Blaine was hot. Those yellow jeans had been haunting his thoughts all morning. Checking his schedule, he realized he was free after two as well, much like high school. Though the amount of homework was going to be much more extensive.

Last class is out at 2. Say 2:30? We could meet at Spork.

Kurt grinned to himself. Could he consider this a date?

Walking by Spork right now. Very hot brunette enjoying a coffee by the window. Too bad I have to get to class or I'd sit down and talk to him.

Kurt's eyes jerked up, his face flaming. He saw Blaine's curly hair pass by, then he turned back and waved at Kurt with a large smile. Kurt waved and smiled weakly. This guy was so hot he was dangerous. And his ass should come with a health warning, he thought, watching Blaine walk away. His phone buzzed.

Were you checking out my ass?

Kurt gasped. Oh crap. Caught in the act. Admit to it or play dumb? His thought came back about living a little.

This gorgeous guy just walked by. His ass should come with a health warning.

Kurt laughed out loud. He couldn't believe he'd just written that and sent it. He'd never been bold with anyone who had been even semi-attractive. He tended to get tongue tied. Thank god for texting.

So should your lips, beautiful. It was nice to see you again. See you at 2:30 at the Spork. Now, go study something and stop distracting me.

First complimenting his eyes and now his lips? Kurt was likely to get a big head over this. He did feel bad for distracting him, though it seemed he'd enjoyed the texting as well.

And if you actually stop distracting me, I'll get hurt feelings. ;)

Kurt grinned.

Go to class. :P

He could get used to flirting. It was fun and felt wonderful.

Promises, promises.

Promises? What did that mean? He looked back at his last text and turned red. He'd sent a face sticking it's tongue out. Is that what he was referring to? That Kurt was teasing him about kissing? He could only dream about kissing someone as gorgeous as Blaine. But as much as he was flirting, maybe he could dream about it. At least a little. He finished his coffee and headed off to his next class.

When he got to his final class of the day, Art in Fashion, Kurt could barely contain his excitement. His first day of college had been a huge success and now he was going on what could almost be termed as a date. Settling into a seat at a table in the back of the room, he got out his laptop and opened a new document.

"You stopped distracting me," a velvet voice accused.

With a start, Kurt looked up into Blaine's golden eyes. "Hi," he said abruptly.

"Hello to you too. Mind if I sit here?" Blaine asked and sat down next to him without waiting for an answer. He got out a laptop as well and prepared for the class.

"Are you a freshman?" Kurt asked, thinking the class was more of a beginning course.

"Nope, just needed something to fill out my schedule," Blaine said with a grin. "I'm a junior. Do I look that young?"

"Um, no." Kurt muttered.

"Now, you, on the other hand. You look very young. Did you graduate high school early?" Blaine teased.

"No. I've always looked young. I hate it," Kurt said.

"Don't hate it. And don't hate your face either, it's gorgeous. When you're old you'll appreciate looking so youthful," Blaine said.

"Well, um, thanks," Kurt said. He was saved from having to make more conversation by the teacher coming in and starting the class. He had to force himself to pay attention. The heat of Blaine's body next to his was overwhelming. Throughout the lecture, Blaine seemed to move closer and closer to Kurt, finally resting his leg against Kurt's under the table. Several times Blaine shifted around, looking uncomfortable. Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and dug it out, hoping it wasn't loud enough to call attention to him.

Stop being so freaking hot, you are giving me a hard on.

Kurt gulped and saw Blaine grin out the corner of his eye. He tucked the phone back in his pocket and adjusted his position as his body responded in the same manner as Blaine's.

Finally the class was over and the men tucked their computers back in their bags.

"Well, that was interesting," Blaine said with a tight grin. "This class might end up being the best I've ever taken."

Kurt smiled shyly, glad his body was back under control. "Um, so where should we start the tour?"

"How about your dorm room?" Blaine suggested baldly.

Kurt's eyes widened. "What?"

Blaine laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not seducing you. Yet. I was thinking you could drop off your bag so you didn't have to carry it around with you."

His face in flames, Kurt looked down. "Oh, right. Okay."

They talked about Kurt's old high school and where Blaine had gone prior to Ohio State. Blaine had heard of McKinley, though he'd gone to public school in Westerville. They reached Kurt's room and Kurt let them in.

"Nice room, Kurt. How did you get a single?" Blaine said, taking in the sophisticated design.

"My dad spoils me," Kurt mumbled. "I actually need to call him. Do you mind waiting for a minute?"

"Sure," Blaine said and watched the younger man walk into the hall. Walking around the room, he looked at the pictures, recognizing the guy and obnoxious girl from yesterday. He smiled at a picture that was obviously Kurt and his dad. They looked close, something Blaine knew nothing about. His parents were glad he was off in college and not under their roof anymore. He took in the fashion magazines and small collection of classic movies. Kurt was definitely one of a kind. Blaine didn't usually flirt so openly and quickly, but there was something about this beautiful man that drew him in. There was a mix of strength, fragility and beauty that intrigued him. The fact that he was dying to kiss him helped too.

He picked up another picture where Kurt was standing with his arm around a dark skinned girl on one side and a gorgeous blond guy on the other. His grin was infectious and Blaine was smiling when Kurt walked back in.

"That is Mercedes, my best friend, and Sam," Kurt said.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Blaine asked lightly, a strange feeling filling his stomach.

Kurt laughed. "No. Not hardly. He is Mercedes' boyfriend. I've never had a boyfriend," Kurt said, then wondered why he felt the need to share.

Blaine's heart lifted. He didn't know why it mattered, probably because he wanted to kiss Kurt, but he was happy that the younger man was unattached.

"Shall we go?" Blaine asked.

"Sure. Um. Did you want to leave your bag here too?" Kurt offered.

"Thanks," Blaine said and dropped his bag on Kurt's bed. He tried to not stare too hard at the full size mattress with the deep blue comforter. If he thought about it too much, he might grab hold of Kurt and drag him down into its soft depths. Coughing to clear his mind, he smiled at Kurt and waved him toward the door. Kurt jingled his keys at him and Blaine laughed, realizing he couldn't lock up for him. He walked into the hall and suddenly felt like he was an awkward kid. This man-child was doing strange things to him. But he liked it.