Everyone has a past. My past is in Australia. But this story of loyalty and friendship isn't just about me. It's about the family I was accepted into. More than that, this particular story is about two people I hold closest to my heart. You'll learn in time who they are. You'll learn why we accepted each other.

Very American. Too American was her first thought. Unbelievably American. Okay, so of course it was American. She was in America after all. It didn't mean she liked it. Moving away from her friends and family in Australia was exactly what she didn't want. But her father wanted to leave the country and see some of the world. And what country would he pick but America? He couldn't have picked a country more secluded from Europe or Asia. Apart from Australia of course.

Blair Gardena walked through the halls of William McKinley High School nervously. She was fuming to herself in her head about the move, the Americans and her family. She had always joked with her friends back home that they couldn't stand an American accent and now here she was surrounded by them. Why couldn't they have moved to somewhere else? Say...England? At least they had good accents andhot guys. But no! She was stuck in America in a shitty town, in a shitty high school, in a shitty system. Back home she'd be in year eleven but she didn't even know what she was here.

Blair staggered backwards as she received another forceful shove from some football player. That's what she didn't understand either. In Australia the football team wasn't cool like here and the people in the CAPA department weren't considered losers. In fact, she wasn't sure the school even had a CAPA department. Blair scrambled back up and stood with her head leaning against one of the lockers heavily. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, imagining she was back home in Australia.

"You're on my locker," a voice sounded from beside her. She opened her eyes and saw a tall, blonde-haired boy with a larger-than-normal mouth staring at her. He was wearing one of those stupid jackets that the football players loved so much and she sighed. She rolled her eyes and returned a sarcastic comment at the boy.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you going to push me into a locker too?"

"What? No!" the boy said, alarmed. "What makes you think that?"

"You've got the jacket. You're obviously a footy player. The footy players love pushing poor new kids into lockers, I assume." Blair replied, stepping out of the way so the boy could reach his locker. He looked her up and down and then seemed satisfied.

"You're feisty. For an Australian,"

"What's that supposed to mean? Because I'm a girl and I'm Australian that I should be weak? Well I'm sorry, but you're not the one who moved half way across the world and had to leave your friends and family behind in a small country town in NSW so your parents could 'see more of the word'. Forgive me if I come off as a little bit defensive." Blair grumbled. She was clearly not happy about the move and Blondie looked taken aback.

"That's not what I meant at all. I'm sorry. Wow. Okay. That's cool. I'm Sam," the boy blabbed. Blair rolled her eyes and her harsh demeanour softened a little.

"It's fine. I'm Blair," she replied. Sam slammed his locker shut and turned to face her.

"So, where's your home room?" Blair looked at Sam with a confused expression on her face.

"Home room?"

"Ah. What do you call it in Australia? It's the room you go to before class starts," Sam explained. Blair's face lit up with understanding.

"Oh, I know the room you mean! Roll call. I am following. I'm in..." Blair pulled her timetable out of her pocket and looked at it before folding it up. "I'm in Mr Schuester's class?"

"Mr Schue! Me too! So is, like, the entire glee club," Sam led Blair through a net of corridors before stopping in front of a door. He looked at Blair and gestured to the room. "This is the Spanish room cause Mr Schue teaches Spanish. But he's also our school glee club director. C'mon. Let's go inside,"

"Glee club?" Blair asked. "Is that like a choir?"

"Yeah! But more entertaining!" Sam was really hyperactive, Blair noticed. Like, he was really excited. She filed it away in her brain for further investigation. Blair saw that Sam was leading her to the back of class room where a very large group of people were standing or sitting around. Ohgreat, she thought, nowIgettomeethisfooty-playing-cheerleader-not-in-any-way-loserfriends. Blair hovered slightly behind Sam, nervous of the large crowd at the back of the room.

"Evans! Dude, who's the hot new chick you got with ya? I'd totally tap that," a boy with a mohawked head asked. Sam rolled his eyes and a girl, who Blair presumed was his girlfriend, slapped him on the arm.

"Lay off Puck. She's been freaking out all morning,"

"I have not, Sam!" Blair piped up. She felt the need to defend herself. She immediately regretted opening her mouth. All the eyes there turned and looked at her.

"She's English? Like, are you from England?" a blonde cheerleader asked. She was extremely pretty.

"Hell no! I am not a Pom! God no!"

"She's Australian, Britt..." Sam replied. Then he looked at Blair. "Pom?"

"Sorry, Australian slang," Blair ducked her head to avoid an oncoming paper airplane from Puck. Everyone shuffled about and moved into seats as the teacher marched into the room. Sam sat next to a pretty Latina cheerleader who was saying something about something that was irrelevant to anything. Blair spied the only available seat next to a short, petite brunette with a large nose. She was sitting next to a freakishly tall boy who looked rather awkward even just sitting there.

"I'm Rachel," the brunette offered her hand and Blair took it.

"Blair,"

"Nice to meet you Blair. This is Finn. My boyfriend,"

"Hi," Finn said before returning to whatever conversation he was having across the aisle. A loud, high-pitched whistle rang out across the room and everyone's mouths shut abruptly. Blair noticed that this home room was particularly small with just over fourteen or fifteen students in it.

"Alright guys. Let's take the call then. Artie Abrams?"

"Yep,"

"Blaine Anderson?"

"Yep,"

"Jacob Ben Israel?"

"Here,"

"Rachel Berry?"

"Present!"

"Mike Chang?"

"Here,"

"Tina Cohen-Chang?"

"Here,"

"Sam Evans?"

"Yeah,"

"Quinn Fabray?"

"Yeah,"

Mr Schuester paused in his roll calling then and looked down at his sheet of paper in front him. He seemed to question it but then scanned the room. "Blairlee Gardena?" he asked. Blair slowly raised her hand to point herself out.

"Here," Blair said. Mr Schuester nodded and she retracted her hand as quick as a cheetah would run. She didn't want to bring attention to herself.

"Finn Hudson?"

"Here,"

"Kurt Hummel?"

"Present,"

"Becky Jackson?"

"Present,"

"Mercedes Jones?"

"Here,"

"Dave Karofsky?"

"Here,"

"Santana Lopez?"

"Yeah,"

"Brittany Pierce?"

"What?"

"Noah Puckerman?"

"Sup?"

"And Lauren Zizes?"

"Sup Schue?"

The roll call ended and Blair officially knew the names of every person in that room. And everyone in the room knew she was foreign. Apparently everyone could tell she was Australian, except Brittany. She stood up, pulling her timetable out of her pocket as she did so. Sam appeared in front of her and she jumped back in surprise.

"What've you got?" he asked.

"Modern History," Blair replied. Sam smiled.

"Same! C'mon, I'll take you," Sam grabbed Blair by the hand and dragged her out of the room. Blair felt a series of strange and unwelcome tingles shoot up her body from Sam's touch and she didn't like it. As they were walking through the corridors Blair decided to ask Sam a question that had been nagging at the back of her mind.

"Do you have a CAPA department here?"

"A what?"

"You know? A Creative and Performing Arts department?"

"Oh! I know what you mean. You mean the Arts Department. Sure, that's what the glee club is from. Do you do art or something?"

"I play a bit of guitar and I sing a bit," Blair replied.

"Cool! You should audition for the glee club. We meet today during last period. Do you have anything during last period?"

"No,"

"You should come!" Sam pleaded. Blair looked sceptical.

"Well, I don't know Sam..."

"Come on, Blair! Please?"

"Well, okay."

"Awesome!" Sam jumped up and down as he bounded into the Modern History classroom. Blair followed suit and took a seat beside him. Sam smiled and engaged Blair in more conversation. He wanted to know as much about her and her life in Australia as he could.

"You're in my seat," a blonde-haired girl – Quinn Fabray – said. Blair looked up apologetically and made a move to stand but Sam put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her back down on the seat. Blair looked from Sam to Quinn back to Sam in confusion.

"You lost privileges to that seat a long time ago, Quinn," he stated. Quinn glared at him before replying.

"Oh, get over it Sam. I want my seat back. Get out, new kid!"

"Don't leave, Blair," Sam looked at her. He was more pleading with her than making a statement. Blair decided she would ask Rachel about this later. Blair nodded her head towards Sam and then looked over at Quinn.

"Sorry, Quinn? Is it? Sorry, but is seems as if Sam doesn't want you to sit there so no. I will not move and yes. I'd gladly enjoy it if you left us alone now,"

Quinn walked away muttering under her breath something about "that stuck-up Aussie bitch" and Blair smiled to herself. She had gained a rather bitchy side because of the move. It was a good defence for people like Quinn Fabray. The class began and Blair dropped the idea of approaching Sam about the tension between the two.

New Story! I hope you enjoy this one. It's not Finchel but I really wanted to write one like this, so I did! Anyway, Blair's past, which you'll learn more about, comes from The A Team by Ed Sheeran. Also, because I'm Australian and I live in Australia my knowledge of the way American schools work is not too crash hot. Sorry if I get it wrong. Anywho, write us a review!

I do not own Glee.