You mean... I did a chapter that is entirely KLAINE. :O How!? Let's get our flirt on people! Ta for being patient! I'll see you all next week ;) Nae x

P.S, longest chapter yet, woohoo!

When the two made their way down to the cellar under the café Blaine opened the heavy door for Kurt and motioned, with his hand, for him to step inside. He let go of Kurt's arm so he could make the first two steps down into the bottom portion of the cellar. The steps that led downstairs were very steep but also quite narrow. The passageway was dark and Blaine didn't want to risk Kurt falling so he place his hands on Kurt's narrow waist in front of him and gripped him with his fingertips. It was then that Kurt stumbled and in a flash Blaine hopped down a stair and pulled Kurt back so he was flush against his chest.

"Oh!" Kurt exclaimed as he felt his foot slip against the cold stone floor. Luckily Blaine's hand had gripped him, preventing him from toppling over onto the cellar floor. Kurt's heart pounded in his chest and he couldn't tell if it was from realising his impending mortality experience on the death-stairs or the fact that his body was pressed against Blaine's as he held him firmly. Kurt could feel Blaine's broad form and his uniform was doing no favours to the muscles that Kurt could feel rippling under the shirt. Kurt couldn't stop his mind wandering from the image of running his hands over Blaine's stomach, ridding the boy of that bow tie, vest, shirt... Stripping him completely so that Kurt could see if he looked half as good as he felt. He was very glad at the lack of light the cellar staircase had because he could feel how heated his cheeks were getting at the less than innocent thoughts he was having of the French man. Once they reached the bottom of the stairs Blaine released his one handed grip on Kurt's hip and stood to the side of Kurt.

"Merci, Blaine." Kurt kindly smiled at the other boy. Hey, who the hell doesn't know how to say thank you in French!? Blaine sweetly ducked his head and nodded, timidly, in response. Kurt generally lusted after the jocks in his old high school and Blaine was adorably different and he found himself getting more and more attracted to him.

Blaine swept his hand forwarding, bidding Kurt to walk ahead of him. Blaine was glad that his manners could translate through body language and he prided himself on being immensely polite. He silently thanked whoever invented skinny fit shorts because he had never seen them worn so well. The swell of Kurt's ass swayed seductively in front of him, so perfectly round that he became transfixed by the sight and never noticing Kurt had stopped walking until it was too late. Kurt had only walked a few feet before becoming slightly confused and wondering which direction he should turn in. When Blaine bumped into the back of him he had turned to apologise and found Blaine looking as guilty as the day was long. It didn't take a genius to work out where his attention had been focused at the time that he had stopped short in front of him. Oh Blaine, the fun I could have with you...

Kurt smiled when Blaine's cheek flushed a darker colour and he kept apologising over and over. "Pardon, I'm sorry. Excuse me Kurt." Blaine wanted to crawl into a hold and just stay there until the apocalypse wiped out everything bar the cockroaches and his embarrassment.

Kurt simply stood there and smiled the smile of a man who clearly knew when he was being checked out however instead of finding himself embarrassed or upset Kurt linked his arm through Blaine's again and spoke. Unsure of what Kurt was saying Blaine furrowed his thick eyebrows and gave him a questioning look trying not to visibly shake under Kurt's touch. Kurt softened under Blaine's gaze; he had the most clueless look on his face. He directed his eyes and head forward and then shrugged his shoulders trying to indicate that he wasn't sure which way to go. Blaine widened his eyes and nodded slightly; he took the lead and guided Kurt towards the back of the cellar.

The first thing Kurt noticed was a bar similar to the one upstairs but much shorter, there was hardly enough room for the three stools that were placed in front of it. Just behind the bar there was another heavy looking door with a combination padlock to the side of it. Blaine patted Kurt's hand that was wrapped around his bicep and let go of him. He stepped forward and entered a code into the keypad and when the door swung open with a loud creak he leant in and flipped on a light switch. He waved his hand and motioned for Kurt to join him. When Kurt stepped inside he was shocked to see such a large quantity of wine in such a confined space. Every wall was lined with bottles and bottles of wine, all different sizes, shapes and colours. Kurt walked forward and plucked a random bottle from the shelf nearest him. He swiped the dust off the label with his thumb and frowned at the bottle, how was he meant to be able to pick a wine when he wouldn't be able to read most of them?

Blaine mentally slapped himself on the forehead. He forgot that if Kurt couldn't speak French he was damn sure he couldn't read it either. The confusion twisting Kurt's features and causing his lips to purse was incredibly endearing however he leant over and held his hand out and waited for Kurt to give him the bottle. Blaine read the title aloud and chuckled to himself. "A very nice wine but, judging from your earlier reaction, maybe a little too dry." He put the wine back onto its shelf and ran a finger delicately along the bottom and then down and across the next, stopping on a deep red bottle with an evergreen label. "Ah, Pouilly-Fuisse. Just the one we wanted." Kurt watched on as Blaine chose for him and recognised the title from what Santana had inferred earlier upstairs. Blaine held the bottle out for Kurt's inspection and Kurt offered up a smile and shrugged his shoulder as if to say 'why not?'

Kurt stepped to the side and waited for Blaine to exit the room. When Blaine shook his head and motioned for Kurt to go ahead first Kurt shook his head straight back and repeated his gesture, suggesting that he follow Blaine out instead. Tit for tat gorgeous. Kurt couldn't pass up a clear opportunity to admire Blaine's ass once more. Kurt followed Blaine out, eyes trained downward, and took a seat behind the bar. They were alone after all, no need for a panel of wood to separate them.

Blaine was slightly shocked to see that Kurt had stayed right with him but he wasn't going to complain about having Kurt that close to him. Blaine pulled a glass from under the bar and set it down in front of them as Kurt leaned his elbows up on to bar top and smiled as Blaine opened the bottle and poured him a generous glass. "Trying to get me drunk Blaine?" Kurt smiled and pushed the glass slightly toward him indicating that he would like Blaine to join him.

Thankfully Blaine seemed to understand what he wanted and grabbed another glass, he was officially off duty in a few minutes so having a glass with Kurt wouldn't hurt. It might even calm his nerves. He poured a second lot into his glass and lifted it slightly in the air. "To America."

Kurt smiled in understanding and tilted his own glass up. "To France." And swallowed some of the wine, letting it glide down his throat, he hummed in surprise. "Ohh, this is nice. I like this one."

Blaine smiled at his reply and spoke one of the few words he knew in English. "Good?" Kurt found himself surprise by the familiar word and all he could do was nod and repeat the word back to him. He downed his glass and picked up the bottle, pouring himself some more.

Blaine laughed as he watched him pour a second glass and after he had finished his own Kurt quickly grabbed his glass and poured Blaine a second as well. The effects of the alcohol didn't take long to catch up with Kurt and emboldened he took Blaine's arm and led him around the other side of the bar where the stools were letting him know that he wanted to sit down with him. Blaine followed Kurt like a dutiful puppy, unable to resist his charm. Kurt had captured him completely and Blaine decided then and there that he would deny this man nothing as long as he kept smiling at him the way he was.

They sat together and drank the rest of the bottle in under five minutes. Feeling a bit braver Blaine raised the empty bottle and shook it back and forth with a questioning look on his face "More?" Kurt nodded quickly and said please, holding his glass out in invitation. Blaine wasted no time in retrieving another bottle. He enjoyed how comfortable Kurt made him feel and he didn't feel like it mattered that the language barrier was the main reason for how at ease he felt with the other boy, he would take whatever he could, especially if it was coming from Kurt. Blaine returned and set the wine down between them and took his seat next to Kurt again.

When Kurt inched his stool a fraction close to him Blaine froze, he sat there, completely immobile, as Kurt leaned in closer and whispered into his ear. "You know, Santana is probably defiling your friend right now." Blaine didn't know what Kurt was saying and didn't particularly care, the second Kurt's voice purred into his ear Blaine felt his cock twitch in his pants. All he could smell was Kurt and his jaw tightened, he smelt amazing and it took all his will not to say something inappropriate.

Although, hold up... Kurt couldn't understand anything Blaine said. If there ever was a time that he could speak his mind it would be now. Blaine leaned even closer to Kurt. "Kurt, do you even know how beautiful you are. You captivate me, my sweet boy." Wow. Whatever Blaine had just said made Kurt's cock stand to attention and he shifted slightly in his seat trying to find a more comfortable position. He reached out and took another sip of his wine and giggled softly when some dribbled over his lower lip. Kurt looked up as Blaine, ever the gentleman, had a napkin ready to clean Kurt up.

Blaine watched as Kurt leaned forward and he slowly wiped delicately at Kurt's lower lip and chin as cautiously as he could. "Merci, Blaine."

"Oh Kurt, please, give me some sign you like me, anything, before I make an utter fool of myself." The tone of Blaine's voice sent shivers down Kurt's spine and did nothing to assuage his throbbing erection. No longer able to restrain himself Kurt reached up and trailed a hand down Blaine's cheek. "Gorgeous." He whispered the compliment and the dark intensity of his eyes took Kurt's breath away. He knew his eyes were amazing but to see them up close was simply captivating.

Blaine ducked under Kurt's close scrutiny not sure how to take the way he was acting. Kurt dropped his finger and ran it over Blaine's lower lip and smiled. Getting the message yet, Frenchie? Kurt retracted his hand and picked up his glass again; nodding his Blaine's direction he took another sip and smiled gently over the rim of the glass. "What are you doing for the summer, 'cause if you have no plans I'd like very much for you to be a part of mine." It was more the wine talking than Kurt at this point but the truth does tend to come out after all.

Blaine tilted his head and studied Kurt after his fingers left his face. If he had read the signs right Kurt was interested in him... But the inexperienced boy inside him kept telling him there was no way someone as beautiful as Kurt would bother giving him the time of day. He shook his head, gently, and returned his attention to his drink; positive he was imagining things.

Kurt could tell Blaine was holding something back, his insecurity clearly marking his every move. Well, if an open invitation is what he needs... It was now or never. If Blaine didn't take the bait this time Kurt would accept defeat. "Blaine." He glanced up and looked into Kurt's eyes. "What would you say if I told you I wanted you? That I wanted your hands all over my body, right here, right now?"

Blaine looked confused so Kurt swivelled his body so that he faced him dead on and took Blaine's glass from his hand and set it down, he then placed a hand on each of Blaine's knees to turn him toward himself. Oh god, what is he... Oh!

"Kurt, Wh-what are you doing?" As useless as it was to ask Kurt, he had to. He could scarcely believe he could believe the warmth he was feeling creeping up his thighs was from Kurt's palms. His cock hardened quickly as Kurt moved his thighs apart and slipped his feet between his legs, resting his toes on the stools frame. The obvious bulge in Blaine's pants told Kurt he had been right all along and that he was just too nervous to make a move on his own. "I can't do all the work here Blaine, but I'm willing to help a little."

He took Blaine's hands in his own and brought them toward him, smiling when he saw Blaine's eyes slide closed. It almost seemed like Blaine was afraid to see what he was about to do. "No. Please don't close your eyes," he whispered, smiling. As if Blaine understood, he opened them half way, clenching his jaw muscles as if trying to restrain himself. "That's it; let me see those gorgeous eyes." He watched Blaine lick his lips and swallow hard. All Kurt could think of was how he wanted to suck on Blaine's bottom lip. Kurt licked his own lips, mirroring his movement, hoping to instil the same reaction.

God knows Blaine wanted him, but he was rooted to the stool. Anxiety gripped him, rendering him speechless and feeling like he was unable to work his hands, even as Kurt placed them on his waist. Blaine had zero experience with other men and he was genuinely scared, he really was. He was a twenty one year old virgin. He had watched enough porn to know what to do but the fact he was in a position where he actually could try something it frightened the hell out of them.

Kurt pinned him down with a sultry stare and guided Blaine's hands very slowly from his waist, slowly past his stomach and flattened them against his chest and pushed them against them and rolled his neck back, gently moaning at the feel of the warmth. Leaving his hands where they were, Kurt trailed his fingers across his collarbone and up his neck. Kurt brought his gaze back to Blaine, seeing his eyes were wide and glued to his hands on the hard planes of Kurt's chest. Kurt ran his fingers up Blaine's forearms and arched slightly into him... and that's when he stopped and how he got Blaine's attention.

Blaine had been mesmerized with the sensual way Kurt was trailing his fingers across his body and the fact that his hands were actually on this beautiful boy. When Kurt ceased all movement he pried his eyes from his hands on Kurt's chest to look into his eyes. Kurt gave Blaine an exaggerated pout as if to ask why he didn't want him. Several long seconds passed and Blaine still did nothing except remain fixed in the position Kurt had left him in. Kurt sighed long and heavy and took hold of Blaine's hand and spoke whilst gently removing them. "It's ok if you don't.. Oh!"

Blaine snapped. The opportunity to be as close as possible to this boy had practically fallen into his lap and there was no way he was going to let him pass it by. Need pushed his fear aside and Blaine's instincts took over. He grabbed Kurt by the waist and pushed him up onto the edge of the bar, wrapping one arm around his narrow hips whilst the other found the back of his head and he held him tight as he lunged for his throat, almost growling and he trailed his lips up the expanse of Kurt's pale neck and across his jaw.