Hunter had been about to comment to Santana, encouraging her to get in contact with her old friend because it might be a good thing she had there and she didn't want to miss out on the chance. He had been rid in the midst of opening the Baileys bottle too, and he had just started pouring it into his coffee when suddenly there was a very naked dude appearing in the kitchen out of nowhere and it caused Hunter to pour a hell of a lot of booze into his mug to the point that as soon as the pick-up line was tumble out of this guy with ease, Hunter's mug was overflowing and he had to quickly put the bottle back down on the table to made a grab for some napkins to mop up the flood around the mug. But his eyes were stuck on naked guy, and pretty unwaveringly too. He was sort of gaping but accidentally semi-perving too. Trying not to, of course, but the dude was naked! Give a guy a break.

He couldn't tear his eyes away. This was bad. They followed this guy silently over to the fridge, and then he was bending over and Hunter was copping an eyeful of naked ass, and holy shit, what a naked ass too. Now he was staring, and that was really embarrassing, so he forced his eyes back away to look at Santana and found her with this smug look on her face. Hunter just cleared his throat and pretending to become extremely interested in wiping up the spillage, breaking the eye contact from her too. Jesus, he couldn't remember the last time he saw anyone naked, let alone a hot gay dude like this. Was this the Jeremy she was just talking about, because he really wasn't getting a sudden air of innocently sweet by any means. All he was really getting was a whole lot of NAKED. How the hell many room mates did she have?