June, 1956

He got off the train after five hours of noisy travelling. He was tired already and looking out the window had gotten boring about four hours ago. The landscape wasn't exactly the most beautiful Blaine had ever seen in his life and he had considered playing guitar, but he decided not to because he wasn't alone. There was only another girl, around his age, but she had been asleep for the whole trip and her heavy breathing was starting to exasperate Blaine a bit. Finally he heard the conductor's voice through the intercom, yelling the two words he had been craving for the whole time: "Lima, Ohio. Next stop: Lima, Ohio".

Blaine grabbed his things as soon as he could and left the compartment, passing by the man with the little golden bell. As soon as the train came to a halt he lightly hopped off, took a deep breath and started walking across the narrow station.

The day was sunny and he was starting to regret his clothing choice. He took off the cardigan and went to the bus stop where he was supposed to take one to the town, where the new house was waiting for him. Since his parents were working, they would be moving in the next couple of days.

The dark haired boy waited a good ten minutes until the old trash arrived.

"Another hour and a half," Blaine sighed on the inside "this should be fun," he thought after sitting down at the back. Perhaps he could get some sleep. He stared bored out of the window for the second time of the day and felt like he was having somewhat of a frustrating déjà vu. He had no idea why he was feeling so itchy. Perhaps it was just the fatigue of getting up early, catching an overwhelming-five-hour train journey, having to move to the new house all by himself and being now in a both smelly and loud bus. Closing his eyes, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, then leading his fingers up to his temple and forehead, trying to stay calm. He heard laughter near him and opening his eyes, he vaguely looked around.

"Looks like you're one irritated buddy," a handsome guy with dark hair and a man beret chuckled. He had a sharp nose and clear and cocky eyes and was resting his elbow on the backrest of his crummy old seat. Against the window opposite to Blaine's and on the row behind him, was another way; he was Afro-American and had a huge mouth, his looks were just as good but he had a kinder expression than the other one.

"Huh... Yeah, I had a... long day," Blaine replied as nicely as possible, yet in a tired tone. Why were these guys even talking to him?

"Where are you headin' to now?" the other boy said, nodding in his direction.

"Downtown."

"Business?"

"No, I'm moving here," he explained and added, not giving them a chance to ask, "from New York."

"Whoa, the big city," one of them calmly whistled as the other one grew a smile on his face "Nice. We come from Akron. We got a job; construction," he kept on going.

"This is Nick, I'm David," the black guy introduced themselves and held a hand for Blaine to shake. He did so and tried to smile as conveniently and politely as possible. They looked nice, but he was just so tired and the heat was striking on him, making his whole body feel drowsy. Nick seemed to notice because he laughed once more and said "Don't worry fella, go to sleep. We'll wake you up when we get there". Blaine couldn't help but to laugh a bit too.

"Thanks," he smiled apologetically and snuggled against the window, falling asleep right away.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty!" he heard a cheerful voice.

"We're here already," the other voice–if he was right, it belonged to that David guy- said. He blearily rubbed his eyes, trying to ease the sunlight in his eyes.

"Thank you," his voice came out, rather hoarse. He got up and grabbed his baggage weakly.

"Here, let me help you," Nick bubbly said and lifted the bag without a problem, placing it on his shoulder. Blaine frowned at how easily he did it, but said nothing. He couldn't be more grateful, honestly. They got down the bus and stood in front of an empty gas station. The stores were mostly shiny and colorful, yet not bright. Easy on the eyes. "Nice enough," Blaine thought.

"So, where are you heading, again?" Nick asked

"Hmm, it's… Red Street and Winson Road, is that right?" He took a piece of paper out of his back pocket. The sleepiness and the fact that he had never set a foot on that place were making him feel pretty lost.

"That's really close. We'll take you there," David offered.

"Yeah, besides, it looks like you're not solid enough to carry this in that dozy state of yours," Nick winked at him, chuckling once more.

"Easy for you to say. You work in constructions and are a bit more energetic than me," Blaine dared to joke back smiling faintly.

"Yeah, working ten hours non-stop, followed by a seven hour trip isn't exhausting at all," the boy retorted. Blaine gave in with a soft laugh.

"Touché."

David walked ahead of them, leading his eyes from the scrap of paper to the houses, looking for the right address.

"Here it is," he said, stopping at once.

"Thank you so much guys," the new kid said, rummaging through his pockets, looking for the key.

"Don't even mention it, huh…" David asked smiling.

"Anderson. Sorry, Blaine Anderson," the two guys nodded and beamed in return.

"So what are you planning to do later, Blaine?" the same guy continued.

"I was actually thinking of sleeping," he spoke his mind, making them laugh.

"It's eleven o'clock in the morning. Are you going to sleep the whole day?"

"No, I don't think so," he submitted.

"We can show you around if you want to. Get you to know the place," Nick invited this time.

"Yeah, sure, that'd be great. Yeah, thank you guys," he said. Gee, these guys were so nice.

"No problem," and "Don't mention it," they replied.

"So, we'll pick you up right here around... six in the afternoon. That should give you enough time to shower, sleep and unpack a bit. Is that okay?" David said.

"Yes. Yes, of course. Thanks, again, bye," he thanked them one last time and greeted his new friends as they left and he went inside the house.

The place was luminous and seemed quite big, so that was good. It had furniture already, so Blaine could sleep in a nice bed without a problem, in his own room. It had a large living room at his right, and a short hallway in front of him led to the kitchen and a small bathroom. At his left there was a stair, right up against the wall, which led to the two bedrooms and the larger bathroom. The place, now that Blaine looked at it, was beautiful. You could totally tell his family wasn't exactly poor, but whatever. He entered his new room and was, surprisingly, quite happy with it. It was also big, with a broad window and a comfortable bed. As soon as Blaine saw it, he didn't think of it twice, he stumbled on it.

"Oh, this is just…" he mumbled, part of his mouth crashed against the soft pillow. Once again, he fell fast asleep.

At six thirty David, Nick and Blaine were walking down the streets of Lima, Ohio. The place was without a doubt, delightful. Blaine found that he felt comfortable there; he didn't think it would be so easy on him, but with his two folks by his side everything seemed better already.

"And that's George's grocery store. Over there Fussell's Ice Cream Shop and that's pretty much all you should know. Oh, and that's the Hummel's Tire and lube. Mechanics," David pointed, explaining and showing Blaine around. Luckily, he was used to moving around by himself back in New York, so if they left, he'd know how to get back to his new place in a blink.

"So, Blaine," Nick started, making him look up "are you planning to do something tonight? There's a big dance at eight and we're certainly going," he smirked.

"Oh… No, thanks, guys. I mean, it sounds fun and all, but I think I want to spend some time at my new house," he apologized.

"Don't worry, man—" David accepted, but Nick interfered "What? Come on, there'll be a lot of ladies," he winked again, grinning at him and putting an arm across Blaine's back. The curly haired fella smiled softly and averted his gaze.

He was not telling the guys, he didn't know how they would take it but Blaine Anderson had a tiny problem. Well, not too tiny, but let's just say it hadn't taken over his life or anything so he could pretty much ignore it. He was eighty percent sure he didn't like girls. He hadn't been able to act on many feelings, since he had never had any but he felt much more attracted to boys than girls. He still wasn't certain about it, but he realized how he felt when handsome guys touched and talked to him. He had never had a boyfriend either or anything remotely like it.

The first time this idea had crossed his mind, he got immensely scared about it but with time he got used to it enough to only flinch when he thought of it.

"So? What do you say?" Nick pushed still smiling.

"Maybe some other day, but not tonight, sorry," Blaine insisted as his friend shrugged and let him go.

"Want us to walk you home, Blaine?" David proposed while the three of them kept on walking and Nick kicked a small stone.

"Nah, it's okay. I think I can go alone from here on," he thanked.

"Okay, so we'll see you tomorrow? Is three okay for you?" his friend continued.

"Sure" and with a smile and a small wave he turned around and left. The guys looked at him.

"He's funny," Nick opined watching him walk with both hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, funny fella," David agreed. "He's really nice though"

"Yeah, not arguing you that one," the other continued with a giggle "So, Jim's?" his friend smiled widely and elbowed him friendly.

Okay, that was short. This is the prologue and I live in Argentina so.. English is not my first language, but I'm trying to make it as right as possible and blaineywainey's helping me. Amazing girl, awesome writer (she wrote All Shook Up, and I'm kind of taking my inspiration from that. Best fanfiction EVER. Seriously, go read it). Hope you like it.

I'm really trying this out, we'll see how it goes. By the way, the name it's because of Johnny Cash's song,Walk The Line, listen to it, it's amazing. I'll be relating lots of things to songs (especially Elvis, Frank Sinatra, Johnny Cash and another couple of guys, I'll let you know).

PS: I had to made a couple of changes. I always mixed Wes and David so here I described Wes as the black guy, when it's actually the other way around. I liked "Wes" better, but I imagined David, so… change of names there.

Adieu.

Second PS: Sorry, I had to change the year again. Only four years, it's just that in 1952 Elvis and Johnny weren't musicians yet, so..)

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