Blaine looked over his shoulder after he heard Quinn say his name. He locked eyes with his friend and then noticed her hand waving to two people sat at the bar. He quickly popped the two last glasses on the side and walked over to the edge of the bar where Quinn was standing. He stood next to her and spoke in perfect French.

"Hello, pleased to meet you. My name is Blaine." He smiled softly at the man with piercing blue eyes that had been watching him speak. Blaine felt immediately drawn to this man and his never fading gaze. Quinn smiled apologetically at the two Americans.

"Do you speak any French Kurt? Blainey here hasn't fully got a grasp of the great language yet, but we are working on it! He only knows a couple of words and phrases so far." Quinn glanced over at Blaine with a proud smile on her face as the man looked on, his dark brows furrowed in confusion. Whilst Quinn was speaking to Kurt, Santana noticed the dreamy look on her friends face that was directed at the cute waiter behind the bar. Well, well, well Lady Hummel. Looks like someone wants a piece 'o that orgasm pie right there.

Kurt flushed at Quinn's question, for some reason finding his lack of knowledge embarrassing, "Oh not me. At all, actually! Tana here is the resident Frenchie!" Kurt never took his eyes off of Blaine whilst answering her question and Quinn also noticed the looks passing between the two men before looking at Santana whose expression matched her own but was also paired with a mischievous grin as her eyes darted back and forth between Kurt and Blaine.

Santana cleared her throat, rather loudly, breaking the eye-canoodling taking place between the two men. "My French definitely needs work but I'm up for practicing on it. It's so hard to get my tongue around some of the phrases." Santana punctuated her sentence with a small leer at Quinn and pushed her tongue against the back of her teeth, clearly getting her point across over what she actually wanted to get her tongue around. She turned her gaze to Blaine who had been standing there, shuffling his feet from side to side quite awkwardly not understanding what was going on.

"Great to meet you too B! My name's Santana and this is Kurt. We're here on vacation for the Summer." She smirked at Kurt when he grinned after Santana said his name and offered a small wave to the waiter. Blaine's gazed snapped from Kurt's bright grin over to Santana seemingly shocked that she was speaking to him. He smiled slightly and waved to both of them before replying.

"Hello Santana... and Kurt." Quinn felt that this moment was getting way too awkward and for every bodies sake she thought it would be best to try and steer it away and take over the conversation so that her friend could continue making heart eyes at Kurt, thinking no-one was noticing.

"What can we get you two anyways? You hungry? Fancy some wine? We've got a fantastic selection of wine here. Since you're both legal over here and all." She picked up a glass of water and took a sip whilst waiting for the two to deliberate.

"Food is definitely what Kurtsie fancies! And as for wine... We don't know that much about it" Kurt watched as Santana turned on her charm once more, clearly wanting to get a rise out of Quinn so she could suss out which way the blonde swung. She leant back on the bar chair, placing her elbows on the back rest and slightly pushing her ample chest out and leered at Quinn once more. "Perhaps you could suggest something... yummy." She licked her lips in a suggestive manner once more and watched with amusement as Quinn's eyes went wide and she coughed on the water she was drinking, spluttering some of it out in the process.

Trying to regain her composure she put her glass back to the side and smoothed down her apron wondering if the latina girl was coming on to her. Santana continued to smirk clearly glad she had manage to affect the young waitress and gleefully hoping that she would reciprocate so they could skip this small talk and get down to the nasty business. Judging by her wide-eyed bambi look Santana could only assume this girl was quite innocent and man alive they were always the fun ones!

"Well, uhm, we have.." Quinn listed off several popular types of wine, both red and whites. "Pinot noir, a few rich shiraz' and, of course, our famous Pouilly-Fuisse."

Santana's eyes glittered at the last one. "Fussy pussy? Sign me up!" Quinn, once more, was taken aback by Santana's forwardness and went bright red, blushing, with her mouth open but no sound coming out.

Kurt could clearly see Santana had broken the poor waitress and decided to step in. "I have to apologise for her. She has, um... Poor hearing."

Santana butted back in, not happy with Kurt's apparent 'save', "My hearing's top notch thank you lady!"

"That and she does have a tendency to be rather blunt and forward." Kurt leaned toward his friend, placed a hand on her bare shoulder and squeezed slightly in an effort to signal for her to be quiet now. Santana's glare at the insult to her hearing turned into a fake smile and she bobbed her head up and down in agreement towards Quinn. She knew if she wanted Kurt out of the apartment they were renting later then she'd have to play nice now.

Kurt leaned back in his chair and mouthed the words 'so sorry' to Quinn and hoped she would just laugh off his friend's behaviour. Once more his gaze strayed to Blaine who still had an adorably confused expression on his face. He had knitted his eyebrows together in confusion and Kurt found himself wanting to kiss the creases on his forehead away. Blaine had been watching the exchange of words and looking around at the three American's faces as they were talking. He smiled slightly when Quinn's face had flamed up and she had been choking on her water. He couldn't help but wish he knew what had made his friend react that way. He looked over at Kurt and watched him talk to Quinn and from the serene, calming, expression on his face Blaine only assumed that Kurt was playing peace maker. He had such beautiful, caring, eyes he wondered if Kurt could speak French at all because he longed to hear his angelic voice in his native tongue. He had noticed that Santana's French wasn't perfect and her pronunciation was quite off but he had been around enough tourists to be able to follow what the girl was saying.

Trying to remain as part of the conversation Blaine directed his attention back to Kurt. "Do you speak French, Kurt?"

"Hm?" Oh shit. What a gorgeous voice. If only I could understand you, you beautiful, beautiful man! Kurt smiled politely at Blaine and looked over at Quinn with a hopeful expression wanting a translation. If I had known French men were this drop dead gorgeous I would have crawled over Rachel Berry's French speaking ass to be in that language class! How am I meant to flirt with someone that has no idea what I'm saying?! Thinking back to his social studies class he remembered his module about body language and maintaining eye contact to let someone know you are interested in what they are saying. Kurt considered this for a moment before he mentally sighed. Doomed to die alone with cats.

Quinn answered Blaine's question for Kurt. "Sorry, Blainey, Kurt doesn't speak French." She then turned to Kurt and told him Blaine wanted to know if he spoke the language. Kurt looked back to Blaine and sighed dreamily.

"I wish I did now." He smiled sheepishly at Blaine's locked gaze. Kurt's eyes widened. Suddenly glad Blaine couldn't understand him after he made that douche-bag comment.

Blaine was shy by nature and tended to avoid speaking directly to people, especially tourist, because he found that they wanted the dream of the romantic French, not the reality of the bumbling gay teen. Blaine found himself slightly relieved that Kurt didn't speak French because he thought for sure he would run in the opposite direction if he found out how awkward and, slightly, dorky Blaine was.

Quinn took control of the conversation once more, clapping her hands together and placing her palms flat on the bar surface in front of her. "How about that wine?"

"You will have to suggest something; Tana was right when she said we have no clue what taste's nice." Kurt hoped he wasn't too obvious in his sustained eye contact-flirting. He wanted to be subtle but still get the message across to Blaine that he was interested. If he turns out to be straight I'm going straight to the pet rehoming centre. "I have just the thing; we'll start with one of my favourites and see how you both like it!"

Quinn smiled and turned 'round to face Blaine. "Can you grab a bottle of the Merlot? We need to introduce our new friends to the finer side of French wine!"

Blaine nodded and ducked under the bar to retrieve the bottle that Quinn had asked for. He stood back up and placed it directly in front of Kurt for his inspection and nodded toward the man once more before turning around to pick up two of the glasses he had put away earlier. He could tell this not talking thing was going to play havoc on his neck with all the bobbing. But maybe it's good practice His cheeks went slightly red at the avenue his mind had taken before pulling the glasses out from their resting place and sighing softly, trying to regain some composure before he faced the American again.