Blaine yanked his blankets over his head as Tina continued to prattle on beside him.

"And theres all sorts of events all week, so I got tickets for us and Sam got one," she said. "They never had gay pride or equality parades in Lima. Its going to be so much fun."

"You arent even gay," Blaine muttered.

But she didnt listen. Sam and her pulled him out of bed by the ankles, forced him to get dressed and then dragged him to the subway. Sure, Blaine had heard all about gay pride parades, especially the one in New York City. Hed even been to a few events over the course of the year, but walking out in the hot sun with a bunch of sweaty people hadnt been his idea of a good afternoon. Still, Tina and Sam were beaming and bought the first rainbow flags and shirts theyd seen. It was nice in its own way, knowing his two best friends supported not only him, but others of sexualities and genders different than their own.

"Come on, weve gotta get a good spot to walk," Sam insisted. He marched through the crowd ready to start walking through the streets. "Its good exercise and fun. Maybe youll meet a hot guy."

Blaine frowned but settled between Sam and Tina for the march. The crowd started forward and a group towards the back started singing loudly. They were jostled a bit as they walked, down one street and then another, by the end of the first hour Sam had whipped his shirt off and had a dozen phone numbers from men walking in the parade. He kept handing them to Blaine, who rolled his eyes and batted the slips of paper away. There was even a business card in his hand.

"Sam, I dont know why you took them, you arent interested," Tina said. She tied her hair back and then tied her shirt at her waist. "Honestly, it is that hard to say youre straight?"

"No, but if I call them and say Ive got a hot gay friend who is interested–"

"But Im not!" Blaine protested. "They were all so… forward. I cant deal with that. Id just blubber like an idiot."

"But youre a cute idiot," Sam said as they turned another corner.

Blaine scoffed, but Tina eyed him with a sigh. "You are very dreamy."

Sam snorted and threw an arm around each of them. "Were quite a group. Tina wants to bone you, you want to bone me, and I– well, I dont have a naked interest in either of you."

"I do," said a voice from behind them. "It takes a fine man to fill out a pair of jeans like that."

Another man appeared, much like the rest. Only his eyes settled on Blaine as he fell into step beside them. Blaine glanced at him, expecting the mans eyes to be lingering over Sams ripped stomach. Instead he found a crystal blue pair of eyes lingering over his own physique. He blushed as the man looked him over, and took a quick glance him. Tight tan jeans, a sharp purple belt, beautiful boots, coiffed brown hair, and a bare chest starting to shine with sweat.

"Id say its about time you got a phone number instead of your straight friend," the man offered him a little slip of paper and Blaine found himself accepting it. "Text me. We can get coffee after."

As the man drifted back into the crowd, Sam whistled and Blaine unfolded the slip of paper in his hand. Kurt Hummel and a phone number with an Lima, Ohio zip code.

"Oh, whats his name?" Tina leaned over his arm to look. "Isnt that a local zip code? From back home, I mean."

Blaine nodded and Sam patted him on the shoulder. "I knew wed find you a date here. Im tired of leaving you home with your rom-coms every Saturday."