The moment the two friends had walked away Santana leaned across the bar, closing the gap between the two stools, and smirked at Kurt knowingly. "Bet you wish you'd taken French now, lady-lips!"

Kurt huffed and looked down at his hands folded neatly in his lap. "I've got no clue what you're talking about."

Santana reared back slightly and arched her eyebrow in disgust, she curled her lips and performed an awful impression of the teen "'Wish I did now, sorry.' Please! You can't fool me Hummel and you can't even fool the Walking Beauty over there either!" She pointed a newly manicured finger at her friend and poked his shoulder. "I saw the way you two were making goo-goo eyes at each other and I don't blame you baby, he might not be my type but I certainly wouldn't kick him out of bed just for having cold toes!"

Kurt flushed, slightly, and nodded. There was no way he would be able to fool the queen of temptation herself. "Am I being too obvious?"

"Yes." Santana shook her head up and down. "But that doesn't matter. That boy wants in your tight little designer panties. I can tell." Santana smiled, showing teeth, in hope to encourage her friend. Santana very rarely smiled like that, not because she wasn't happy but simply because a well-placed smirk usually got her points across very thoroughly.

"Tana!" Kurt hissed at the girl grinning opposite him, his face full on blushing now. He glanced over at the other two, still at the other end of the bar, to make sure they hadn't heard anything. Kurt couldn't deny he had entertained more than a few, not so pure, thoughts about Blaine that afternoon but he did not want to admit that out loud just yet.

"What!?" Santana widened her dark eyes as if she had said nothing out of the norm. "Hummel, I know two things. Very intimately." She raised her index finger on her left hand. "You." and then her middle finger "and sex." She wiggled the two together in a swirling motion and Kurt batted her hand down, knowing that the motion she was making would definitely make what they were talking about very obvious to anybody looking over. Santana chucked at her friends reaction. She carried on regardless.

"I know exactly what that boy was thinking when he eyes were glued to that baby smooth chest of yours and by the way, I applaud that move, broad shoulders and lean bodies are very sexy. Proud 'a you!"

Kurt smirked slightly. He, himself, had been quite proud of that one too. "Not to mention I caught you checking out his ridonkulous ass. So go get him!"

Dammit. If Santana had caught all that why couldn't Blaine catch on that he was interested!?

"I.. I"

Santana interrupted before Kurt could finish his sentence. "Hey, unlike me, you need to get laid. I'm bored to death of listening to you jack off in the shower That we share, by the way, so just go for it!" Just then the two staff came walking back over to the bar side.

"Blaine, I think you're right. Kurt would like the Pouilly-Fuisse. But, you know, we've got none up here at the moment." Quinn looked at Blaine with wide innocent eyes and pierced the final part of her sentence with a well-practiced naïve, yet fake, head tilt.

At the mention of his name Kurt broke his gaze from Santana and looked up to Quinn, across to Blaine and then back again before Quinn addressed him. "I was just telling Blaine that you might enjoy a much, much, softer wine but it's down in the cell..." Quinn held up a slender finger and her face lit up. "Wait a minute, I have a better idea." Quinn mentally prayed that Kurt would take the bait. Both for Blaine's poor virginal status and as well as the fact that she wanted to be alone with Santana.

"We have a small bar in the basement, right next to the cellar, you can choose whatever wine you like and try it there and then! Blaine can help!"

"Uhm, well..." Kurt paused as he thought about it for a moment. Oh no, that means I would be alone with Blaine and his sexy voice and his tight ass. What a shame. What's a young, hormonal, teenage, gay to do? "Sure! I might have better luck down there." Kurt smiled coquettishly across the bar at Blaine. It's not like he understands a word I'm saying anyway. I think it's time to channel my inner Puckerman and get me some booty. Kurt knew he was only here for the summer so what could a little flirting hurt? Especially if it worked. His dad had told him to enjoy every inch France had to offer. And if those inches happened to belong to a beautiful French boy... Well, needs must!

"Great!" Quinn turned back to Blaine with a wide smile. "Blainers, Why don't you take Kurt down to the cellar and help him find something he really likes the taste of." It took all of Blaine's self-control not to blush at his friend's entendre. And he turned to Kurt and smiled. "It would be my pleasure."

Blaine was nervous as hell but he was determined not to let it show. He couldn't remember the last time he had been alone in a room with another man. Especially not one as pleasant to look at as Kurt. Blaine could not deny that he had butterflies going nutty in his stomach, fluttering so wildly that he thought he might actually throw up. But when Kurt smiled at him the way he was looking at him now there was no denying that Blaine would do anything to be near the other boy. Kurt had his mind racing with a dozen thoughts a minute. Places he could show him, views he knew Kurt would adore, restaurants where they could dine, and places Blaine would kiss him. Mixed with the romance of the thoughts there was the odd improper thought but after all Blaine was a man. He couldn't help that this boy brought it out in him. Shaking those thoughts away Blaine resolved to treat Kurt with the same respect everybody deserved. He could lust after him in his own time.

He made his way to the end of the bar and stood next to where he sat. He held out his arm in a gentlemanly fashion. "Shall we?" Kurt melted the moment Blaine offered him his arm. God, can this man get any sexier? Kurt loved the idea of spending his summer in France more and more. Especially if Blaine would be in the picture.

Rising from his stool Kurt hooked his hand into the crook of Blaine's elbow, smiled at him and told him to lead the way.

Both Santana and Quinn watched at the couple walked away. Each with their own mischievous smirks, positive that the two going down into the cellar would be getting along just fine without an interpreter before the evening was out.

When they disappeared Santana turned back to Quinn and raked her eyes up the blonde's body, encased in her waitress uniform. "Now, where were we? Oh yeah, you were going to help me get my tongue around a few things." Santana winked at the other American as she turned beet red and smoothed her apron down once more.

Quinn coughed to clear her throat "Oh yes. Uhm, I get off in fifteen minutes?"

Santana smiled, sometimes they just made it too easy, "Oh baby. Fifteen minutes? I can go all night for you." Quinn shook her head, clearly embarrassed by the way her words had been taken,

"I-I meant from my shift. Here... At work. We could, err, always... Maybe. Doyouwannagotomyplace?" Quinn mumbled and shot through the last part of her sentence and Santana couldn't help but find her nerves positively endearing.

"That sounds perfect Q." Santana definitely preferred the idea of a cosy bed for two rather than a quickie against a wall of a bathroom somewhere. Quinn smiled at the girl and then suddenly screwed up her face in frustration.

"What?"

"Well, Blaine and I worked the same hours today. I'm not sure if he'd be very comfortable if we were... Well." Quinn trailed off the end of her sentence hoping the girl would understand her concern. There was no way Santana was letting Blaine get in the way of what she had planned to do to make this girl scream. I am not getting cock-blocked by another gay. Hummel has done this too many times to me. He can suck it up. Literally. "Why don't you tell him not to come home for, say, about an hour? It wouldn't hurt for the two twinkle toes to spend some more time together?"

Forward or not, Quinn definitely liked this girl.

"My mama always told me to watch out for the smart ones."

Quinn winked at Santana as she turned away to start gathering her things for the end of her shift.