I genuinely have no excuses for this being so late! So, my original chapter actually had the story ending on this one. No smut, lots of left boners, and a bit heartbreaking! Buuut... I really wanted some pornyFrench!Klaine. So... ;) N x

"God, yes! Blaine, finally!" Kurt leant his head back even further so that more of the pale expanse of his throat was open to Blaine's rough kisses. Kurt was surprised at how demanding Blaine was in his actions but when he felt Blaine nipping at his collarbone he couldn't find it in himself to care. Kurt could feel his erection straining against his tight denim shorts and cupped the back of Blaine's head in his palm, holding him in place whilst he rutted against Blaine's side trying to find some source of friction to release the pressure in his pants. He cursed the way Blaine had placed them because it was preventing Kurt from being able to run his hands over Blaine's strong thighs, and across the other boys skin the way he wanted to.

"Blaine, I need, ohhh, I need more!" The noises Blaine was making against Kurt's neck let him know he was right in his earlier estimation that he would not be such a shy sweetheart when turned on. Blaine's small nips were replaced with his wet tongue as he drew invisible patterns onto Kurt's neck. Kurt fisted his hands into Blaine's styled hair, fingers gripping as much as he could and pulled his head away from his neck. Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes and could see how far gone the man was, his pupils were blown, his lips swollen from his actions on the other man's neck and his breath coming in sharp and ragged. No amount of language barrier was going to stop them now, Thank anyone who's up there listening! Kurt pulled Blaine's head toward him once more and smashed his mouth against his, eternally grateful when Blaine responded just as enthusiastically by palming Kurt's back with his hands and pushing his tongue between Kurt's lips.

Blaine could taste the wine in Kurt's mouth and it simply served to make his lips more intoxicating, Blaine could smell the coffee from Kurt's breakfast on him, a faint smell of cologne from that morning and all the different wines they had tried that day. Blaine ground his crotch against the side of the bar, between Kurt's leg, as the other man arched his back and pushed his body flush against his own. If this was what simply kissing Kurt was like Blaine felt himself shudder at the thought of dropping kisses everywhere on the American's body, he wanted to cover every inch of Kurt with kisses and wet caresses. They spent a few minutes duelling with their tongues, caressing one another and groping each other's bodies. Blaine couldn't stop running his hand's over Kurt's torso and back, he gripped Kurt's hip and pushed him back further on the bar so that he could palm Kurt's cock through the denim material. Blaine kept switching from pushing the bottom of his palm to the base of Kurt's erection to trailing his fingers over the bulge it had made in his shorts.

The friction he was creating for Kurt was almost too much for the other man, Kurt was sure if Blaine didn't stop soon he would be cumming in his shorts like a, much younger, boy. Kurt wiggled his hips when Blaine squeezed him slightly, needing some kind of relief before he burst. As if reading Kurt's mind Blaine pulled back from his lips and placed one hand on his shoulder, whilst keeping the other on Kurt's hip, and gently pushed him back so he was lying across the panelled bar. Blaine touched the button of Kurt's shorts and flicked his gaze up to catch the other boys, as if asking permission, when Kurt shakily nodded Blaine smirked up at him, there were only two articles of clothing separating him from his virginity and he wanted nothing more, in that moment, than them gone. When Kurt raised his hands to help Blaine undo the buttons he was surprised when his hands were slapped away. Kurt was his present and he wanted to be the one to unwrap it himself. He stroked a finger over Kurt's hip and in response Kurt raised his bottom half so that Blaine could pull off his shorts. Once Kurt was left in a pair of very tight and very strained black boxer briefs Blaine grabbed his hips once more and pulled Kurt toward him so that his ass was at the very edge of the bar.

Kurt couldn't help but feel Santana was exactly right, Kurt was laying it bare to Blaine, almost literally, and he'd never felt so relaxed and content but ready to burst at any given moment all at once before. Kurt saw Blaine looking down at his underwear with a glazed look in his eyes and he lifted his leg slightly and bent it near Blaine's arm, this seemed to snap him out of his daze and he hooked his fingers at the top of Kurt's underwear and pulled them off in one fluid motion, with no care about anything other than the half-naked man on the bar-top, he threw them on the flood behind him and smirked up at Kurt's flushed face. Blaine took an ankle in each of his hands and placed them at either side of his waist, leaving Kurt open to his hungry gaze.

"You are so beautiful." And he was, Blaine could not tear his eyes away from Kurt's cock. The light pink colour peppering with large blue veins as it was straining against his shirt and all nestled in light brown hair, clearly trimmed as it was neat and looked well kept. Blaine could not compare the boy in front of him to any grainy porn video he had watched over the past few years. Blaine's tongue slipped out and he licked his bottom lip involuntarily, he could see the pre-cum leaking from the tip of Kurt's cock and he thought back to Quinn telling him that there was nothing a man wanted someone else to do to him more than go down on them. But Blaine didn't want to do it to Kurt, he wanted to do it for Kurt. Kurt felt his curiosity getting the better of him and propped himself up on his elbow to see what Blaine was doing and felt his breath catch when he saw Blaine's lust-filled gaze on his hard-as-nails erection. When Blaine pushed his cheeks against Kurt's thighs he let out a small eep when he felt Blaine begin to pepper the inside of his legs with small, close mouthed, kisses and Kurt tried to remind himself to breath when Blaine's nose bumped the base of his cock. Please, please, please Blaine just...

Kurt's thought was cut short when he felt Blaine flatten his tongue against his dick and drag it slowly up 'til he reached the head where he gently wrapped his lips around him and gave him a small suck. Kurt's body fell back onto the bar and he hit the back of his head on the bar but he couldn't bring himself to notice the pain, too lost in the blissful sensation of Blaine mouthing along the shaft of his cock.

"Ohhh, gosh. Blaine!" Kurt cried out when Blaine flicked his tongue, once more, over the head of his cock, collecting the salty cum that was slowly coating Blaine's lips. Geeze, you're good with that mouth Frenchy! Kurt's smell was nothing like Blaine had ever encountered before, it was salty, musky and sweet all the same time and when he finally tasted him the sweet and salty tang was enough to bring his taste buds back to life. Blaine leant up slightly when Kurt bucked against him, placing one arm over his hips to make sure he wouldn't take too much of his at once. Once he sunk his mouth over as much of Kurt as he could he wasn't disappointed at the other boys reaction, he whimpered slightly below his mouth and tried to wiggle his hips once more, curling his fingers into Blaine's hair again. Blaine knew he wouldn't be able to take Kurt completely in his mouth so he used his free hand to cover the left over portion and timed his twists with the bobbing of his head.

All Kurt could do was continually moan and whisper Blaine's name and push his own head back onto the bar-top trying not to smack it down again. Blaine's tongue was everywhere, his lips smacking against Kurt's salty skin and Kurt completely lost it when Blaine lowered the hand that was across his abdomen and gently rolled one of his balls in his palm, he trusted up gently and Blaine took the hint and allowed Kurt to begin to slowly fuck into his mouth. "Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck, Blaine!"

Blaine stopped his hand momentarily, confused as to what Kurt was saying. Seal? But he shoved that thought aside when Kurt continued to move his hips up and down on the bar surface to create his perfect rhythm inside Blaine's mouth. Blaine chanced a look up to Kurt and found the other boy staring down at him, blue eyes met golden and Kurt felt that familiar, heavy, ache of need begin to grow in the bottom of his stomach. He kept his eyes on Blaine as he fucked into his mouth, needing just a little something more to push him over the edge and Blaine seemed to blink in understanding as he brought his hands up to begin to knead at the crease where Kurt's ass met his thighs and Kurt gripped Blaine's hair tighter, almost white knuckled at the change.

Upstairs the next lot of bartenders and waitresses were turning up for their shift to begin and this meant that Quinn was officially finished up for the night. When one asked Quinn where Blaine was Quinn simply smiled and said a young man had requested a different wine and Blaine was giving him a taste downstairs. Santana smirked knowingly at Quinn's implication of her friend's whereabouts. Quinn told Santana to wait for her whilst she just popped downstairs to let Blaine know to stay away from their apartment for a while, unless he wanted a first-hand example of why he preferred men to women, because Quinn had no false impressions as to what Santana wanted to do with her. Quinn was really hoping that Blaine and Kurt were getting on because she'd never seen Blaine react to anyone the way he had to Kurt. The attraction between the two was obvious but he knew how shy Blaine could be and his experience with men was, well, non-existent. He just had no self-confidence and Quinn secretly thought that the man and his hand would, more than likely, remain virgins for the rest of his life.

She quickly hopped down the stairs and headed toward the back when her ears picked up Kurt's voice... Swearing? All she could pick up was "...oh, fuck. Blaine. Shit!" Oh my god! There was no way anyone reacted to just wine that way! Unable to believe what she was hearing her legs carried her forward, as noiselessly as she could manage, needing to have concrete proof that her blushing friend was... Oh! Quinn wasn't sure what she expected to see but it wasn't Kurt thrusting, with incredible gusto, into her friend's mouth whilst it looked like Blaine was... OhYep. Boy is knuckle deep! Quinn did a, small, happy jig happy for his friend and for Kurt because it definitely looked like all those dirty videos she had found on Blaine's laptop had taught him something! She did remember, however, the reason she came down here but how, on earth, was she meant to do that when they were so... intimate right now. Far be it from Quinn to interrupt a man when he was getting his first taste of another. She was so caught between finding a solution and watching her friend please the tall brunette that she didn't even notice Santana approaching her until she spoke.

"Quinn! You've been down here for ages and... Oh! Wanky!" Her eyes turned in the direction of where Quinn had been staring previously and could see exactly why the girl had been held up for so long. "Well, I think your friend is doing Kurtsie a little favour there and by the looks of it, a pro favour indeed!" Santana had scared the hell of out Quinn when she had heard the other girls voice but she let out her breath in relief when Santana had begun to whisper. "Oh, yeah. I'm glad he's doing it but he's not a pro. I mean, virgin... In every sense of the word." Quinn watched as Santana's eyes widened "You're kidding? Fuck. Looks like K grabbed himself a natural." Nodding her head in approval. "He's gunna have some French in him after all."

Quinn giggled softly at the innuendo and then sobered up when she realised she still had no way to tell Blaine that they needed the apartment. When she turned to face Santana so she could ask she found herself looking into the other girls eyes, Santana leant forward and ran a manicured finger up the inside of Quinn's bare thigh and ran her fingers under the outside of the girls panties.

"Shhh, just wanted to see if you still wanted this as much as I do, blondie." She stood up and kissed the shell of Quinn's ear. "Leave the lovebirds a note. When they're, ahem, finished they'll find it." She smiled when Quinn stuttered out an affirmative answer and she took one of Quinn's hands and led her back towards the stairs they had come down.