Thank you all for reading! The next chapter should be up between Thursday-Saturday as I have a couple more days off work :) N x

Santana began talking to Quinn once more as Kurt turned his gaze away from them and back to the gorgeous French man bending down to retrieve glasses giving Kurt, once more, a view of his loose trousers pulled tight against his delicious backside. Kurt watched as Blaine went to stand back up but as he did his towel fell off of his shoulder and he bent down to pick it up. Kurt, never one to miss an ogling opportunity, ever so slightly raised his body from the stool so he was able to appreciate an, unobstructed, view of the waiter.

Quinn noticed Kurt's movement from the corner of her eye and darted her gaze over and was a bit surprised, but somehow amused, at the same time at how obvious Kurt was being in his appreciation of her friend. She leant her elbows down onto to bar and leaned towards Santana. She lowered her voice as much as possible and whispered in French to the other girl.

"I don't mean to interrupt you but it looks like Kurt is rather enjoying the view, don't you think?" Santana arched a delicately shaped eyebrow and quickly glanced over to Kurt just in time to see his eyes still glazed over from staring at Blaine's ass, smiling contently. "Well, smack my ass and call my Betty. It's about time. Hummel is wound tighter than a steel drum. He needs some release and maybe Frenchie's ass would be the perfect place!" Quinn had braced herself for a blunt response and was proud of herself for her eyes not popping out of her socket at the girls comment this time. "Say, does B go that way?"

Quinn nodded her head slowly at Santana's questions. "I caught him watching porn once and it was definitely two men. He's very... Shy, to say the least. He hasn't had much experience. But he was making heart eyes at him earlier so I'd guess; yes."

Santana grinned at Quinn eagerly. "Well, let's double team and play cum-fairies my beautiful girl!" Santana held her hand out for Quinn to shake as the other girl giggled at her phrasing. Quinn quickly shook Santana's hand and they both turned back to Kurt.

Kurt threw himself back down as soon as he saw Blaine begin to stand back up and he picked up the bottle of wine still in front of him and stared at it as if it had invented sliced bread. Looking up as Blaine approached Kurt gave him a wide grin whilst he put the glasses in front of the man and watched in rapture and Blaine took a corkscrew from his apron and uncorked the bottle with a practiced finesse. Blaine brought the bottle close to Kurt's face and waited. Once he noticed Kurt's puzzled frown he blushed slightly, put the bottle to his own face and breathed deeply. Nodding back to Kurt and pushing the bottle toward his face again, signally Kurt to do the same.

Kurt laughed with understanding and decided it was now or never to try and overcome the first part of the language barrier. Kurt took Blaine's wrist and pulled it toward his chest until the cork was under his nose, closed his eyes and took his time inhaling the wine's fragrance whilst keeping his gaze locked onto Blaine's hazel eyes. Kurt purred out his approval at the smell and watched as Blaine gasped audibly at what could have been a very simple act but that Kurt had turned in to something extremely desirable. Blaine took another deep breath and could only watch dumbstruck and Kurt closed his eyes and moaned slightly, still at the smell of the wine, he felt his pants sudden feel a bit tighter and thanked anybody who was listened that his apron hid his reaction to Kurt's moans. Blaine felt himself frozen to the spot, wide eyed at the young boy in front of him. Several, agonising, seconds later Kurt released his grip on Blaine's wrist and Quinn broke the silence with a small cough.

Blaine found himself immensely grateful for the small distraction as he looked toward Quinn, and away from Kurt, grabbing another glass. I definitely misread that, he is far too beautiful to be interested in me. Positive that he misjudged the brunette man's actions Blaine scolded his treacherous thoughts and quickly dismissed Kurt's actions and poured a small amount of wine in each glass and replacing the cork. He stepped back a small amount from the bar and waited for the two to taste the wine.

After Kurt had let go of Blaine's wrist he smirked to himself at the blushing reaction he had elicited from the French man. After Quinn had broken the self-inflicted sexually charged atmosphere he watched Blaine try and regain him composure as if nothing had happened. Well, damn, is this man dense or just ridiculously straight? Maybe I didn't make my intentions clear enough... Kurt took his glass and tilted it toward his lips before swallowing a small amount. He scrunched his face up and made a 'bleurgh' face at the bitter taste in his mouth. Blaine immediately chuckled, low in his throat, at his reaction and offered him a napkin with a, somewhat, sympathetic smile on his face. Quinn had also chuckled along with Blaine after Kurt's contorted reaction whilst Santana had shrugged her shoulders and downed her glass before pushing it back onto the bar and giving Kurt's leftover wine the same treatment. She licked her lips once more. "Mmm, yummy!"

"Speak for yourself, that was vile!" Kurt dabbed at his mouth with the napkin Blaine had given him and reached across the bar for his glass of water to wash the taste out of his mouth; or at least try. Quinn couldn't help but comment on Santana's treatment of the wine. "Wow, that's my kind of women!" She gave her a toothy grin and took the two glasses away from the bar and turned to Blaine. "Maybe the Pinot Noir?" She shrugged slightly as Blaine nodded. "Great choice Q. Lots softer."

Again Kurt watched as Blaine expertly uncorked the wine once more and went through the motions of pouring the wine only this time he didn't offer Kurt the bottle. Kurt sighed, he either wasn't interested or was embarrassed by Kurt's actions. Either way Kurt felt himself very disappointed. Maybe he had come on too strong. Blaine placed the glass in front of Kurt and waited for him to taste a bit more and when Kurt picked his glass up by the stem he swallowed a small amount and made another contorted face and shook his head no and slid his glass back toward the waiter. "Sorry Blaine."

Blaine, seemingly understanding, nodded his head along and replied in French. "Do not worry Mr Kurt. Something else perhaps?" He wiggled the bottle and pointed to the ones behind him, hoping Kurt would understand him. Kurt held up one finger and nodded his head. "Only one more though, three strikes and I'm out!" Kurt loved listening to the deep tones of Blaine's voice, so smooth and sexy, he could listen to him talk all day and not even care if he was just reading the telephone book. Kurt decided he would try to keep him talking even if neither of them could understand what the other way saying. Kurt looked into his eyes, not being able to decide whether they were a beautiful brown or a gorgeous hazel.

"What's next?" Kurt pushed his elbows up onto the bar and looked over at the other bottles to indicate his question. Blaine noticed from Kurt's gesture that he must be asking about other types of wines and he couldn't help but remember Kurt's earlier reaction to the first selection. He crossed one arm over his chest and rested his chin in the palm of his other hand. He thrummed his fingers against his chin as if deep in thought. "Hmm. Maybe the Pouilly-Fuisse would be more to your liking. So to speak, my friend?"

Kurt squinted his eyes in thought and recognised Blaine's voice lifting at the end of his statement, in question, and he leant back in his stool and squared his shoulders to show off his broad chest. "Surprise me." I will try once more and if he doesn't take the bait I'll give up and pick up Mr Sprinkles the tabby on the way to the apartment.

Blaine watched as he leaned back in the stool and heard the man speak once more, from his face and the tone of his voice he recognised it as flirting once more and he was appreciating the way Kurt was sitting, when he had placed his arms further apart the shirt he was wearing was pulled tightly across his toned chest and his collarbone was peaking from the top of his shirt. Blaine quickly wetted his lips with his tongue as he imagined running his fingertips over the smooth skin and feeling the bone under his tongue. Jesus, he has got to know how beautiful he is. He could imagine running his tongue down the man's chest and across his nipples, making them hard and wet with the tip of his tongue. Blaine wanted to caress every bit of milky skin this man had to offer and kiss every part of his body; he would make him feel worshipped and adored with his affections. Before Blaine knew it his eyes were stuck on Kurt's pale throat and his teeth were itching to bite the skin there. He smirked devilishly and raised his eyes to meet Kurt's.

"Anything for you, Mr Kurt." It cannot be my imagination. He is doing this on purpose.

Kurt smiled back at Blaine and then at the wine bottle in his hand. "Bring it, Blainey." Kurt was very satisfied at the attention Blaine's gaze had given his upper body and he shivered with delight at the image his mind had conjured of how piercing Blaine's gaze would be looking up at him, on the floor, on front of Kurt, on his knees.

Quinn was transfixed with Santana's treatment of the wine she had tasted, a repeat performance of the first glass, that she hadn't noticed their respective friends had been talking without any understanding due to the language barrier.

She glanced over at the two and appreciated how they seemed to understand each other's motives without even speaking the same language. Santana however had been, shamelessly, flirting with Quinn as well as keeping her ears open for the couple of their left. She reached across the bar and tugged on Quinn's shirt collar and pulled the waitress's ear down to her mouth "I think our couple is doing well but... I think they need a bit of a shove in the right direction. That way they can get their rocks off and we can..." She arched one eyebrows up and down a couple of times to indicate her train of thought.

The waitress did not need telling twice and gulped loudly. She turned to Blaine, who was still clearly occupied with Kurt, and then held one finger up to Santana. "Of course, just, one second."

Blaine had immediately turned around to the back of the bar and was going for a third bottle, hoping Kurt would prefer the third choice. He felt Quinn place a hand on his shoulder before speaking. "Blainers, can you help me with some glasses?" Blaine scrunched his brow up. Why would Quinn need his help? He noticed her eyes widened and followed her over to the other end of the bar so he could question her privately.

Once they were out of earshot Quinn spoke once more. "Why don't you take Kurt down to the wine collar and help him pick out a wine he might prefer?" Blaine nodded in understanding. Quinn wanted to be alone with the latina beauty. But that means I have to be alone with Kurt. Gorgeous Kurt. American Kurt. Quinn smiled at her friend.

"I do, B. But it's not just that. Kurt's been giving you come fuck me eyes all afternoon and you've been doing it back dearest. Go for it!" Blaine blushed at Quinn's statement but did not deny it.

"I don't know Q. I can take him down to the cellar but... I can't even talk to him properly." Blaine looked down at the bar and swiped his fingers across it, momentarily feeling sorry for himself when Quinn put her arm around his hips and leant her forehead against his shoulder.

"Blaine, trust me. You two were talking just now absolutely fine. I get you're shy but he clearly has the hots for you. Just go for it. You need some tail babe." Blaine seemed to consider this before heaving a sigh and replying.

"What if you're wrong?" Blaine looked up through dark lashes at his friend,Quinn giggled softly. "If I'm wrong I will suck your dick." She winked at Blaine over his shoulder when he laughed back at his friend.

"Thank you for the offer Q. I knew you wanted me really." He winked back at his friend and she extracted herself from his body and grabbed two more win glasses as she sashayed back to the couple at the other end of the bar, indicating for Blaine to follow her.