A/N: And here it is! I have re-edited and republished most of the chapters in this story. Currently, it should now be up to date with Glee end of season 2. The Dead Like Me universe is somewhere between the 2nd season and the film. I refuse to believe the events of the film ever happened or that Daisy looks any less-Daisy like than she should. Anyway, please read and review if you like. I've missed you all!

Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. Don't own Dead Like Me. Wish I did. Not making money. Don't sue me, please!

Prologue:

You can't go home again. But, you CAN go back to high school

It was a bright, sunny day in Ohio. The birds were singing, the smog was rising, and the regulars were out and about enjoying their morning coffee and breakfast at Der Wafflehause. Among the patron, a rather eclectic group of four individuals had been sitting around talking for the past half hour- well, grumbling was more like it.

Tiffani didn't ask questions. She knew they were a strange lot, but the older one, Rube, always tipped well and the waitress had been doing this job enough years to know better than to ask too many questions. She just took the orders, poured the coffee, and occasionally tried to engage them in safe, run of the mill cliche conversation when the group seemed in a good mood.

This was not a good mood day. This wasn't even a reasonable mood day. The youngest of the group, George, was slumped over on the far side of the booth, glaring angrily at a slip of yellow paper in her hand, her face nothing less than a scowl. Across from her, Rube was already halfway through his pecan pie, seeming to pay no mind to his colleague's disposition as he enjoyed his unusual breakfast.

"Whoa, wait a second- I'm going where?" Tiffani caught the girl grumbling as she walked over to pour the perky blond another cup of coffee, while trying to avoid the man sitting in a chair pulled up at the far end of the table. Mason seemed to be a nice enough young man, but he wasn't exactly trustworthy around her pockets. On more than one occasion she'd nearly chased him out of the restaurant after catching him nearly hijacking a tip or two from another table.

"William McKinley High School- Thank you Tiffani" Rube had lifted his coffee cup for the waitress to fill, giving her a warm smile which was returned in kind. "You start Monday."

High school? Wasn't this girl a little old to be in high school? No. She wasn't gonna ask. She just did her job and moved on. A warm smile, and the waitress was walking away, doing her best to ignore the conversation from the group in the booth. She knew better than to get too curious about stuff like this. It only led to trouble.

"Ugh. It was bad enough the first time!" George Lass grumbled, somehow managing to slump farther into her booth and glaring over as Daisy picked at her fruit cup beside her. When she was sure that the waitress was far enough away, she continued to whine. "Why do I actually have to go to high school just to do a reap?"

"Because, Peanut", Rube didn't miss a beat, lifting a forkful of pecan pie into his mouth and speaking as he chewed. "If you would actually read your Post-It you would see that this reap happens in the choir room Friday at 3:45PM, and I don't know about where you high school, but it's going to look suspicious if a total stranger just happened to be hanging around class when somebody drops dead, now isn't it?"

Roxy scoffed from beside her boss at his come back, lifting her own coffee to her lips, but making no attempt to hide the smirk on her face. She was getting pretty sick of George's whining too. It was ruining the mood. Almost as much as Mason's attempt to steal her breakfast. The cop's eyes shot over in time to see the freeloader reaching for her sausage- a quick fork near his finger sent the other reaper reeling back and glaring up at her.

"Wotchit! That coulda really hurt!"

"No. Really? Then stay the fuck away from my breakfast."

The other three paid no mind to the exchange. George was quiet for a moment, her brow furrowing as she stared at the assignment in her hand, as if somehow she could change the date or location on sheer will alone.

Daisy had stayed quiet long enough. She finished peeling a grape and popped it into her mouth before adding her two cent. "Well, I for one think this is a fabulous opportunity for you to get to socialize with kids your own age, Georgia."

"My own age? I'm going on twenty. The only kids at this school who'd be my age would be the ones too stupid to even speak."

"I dunno, Georgie- I was 20 when I finally got outta secondary school." Mason shrugged with a smile.

"My point, exactly." The girl tried to appeal one last time. "Can't I just trade with-?"

"No. You can't. It's settled. I've already called the school principle, classes start at 7:30AM, Monday."

"What about Happy Time?" A-ha! Rube had paused from his pie to look up at her, an eyebrow raised.

"I called your boss. Apparently, you have swine flu. They don't expect you in all week." Rube took another bite. Roxy smirked. Daisy gave a little nod. Mason sniggered.

"Wait a minute, you called? When the fuck were you gonna tell me this?"

"I'm telling you now."

"I don't get sick pay, you know!"

"I'll pay for your breakfast today, how's that?"

"I only ordered TOAST!" She was met with silence. Reaching for her toast, she picked off the edges and muttered in defeat. "…This fucking sucks."

There was no way around it. It was settled. Monday morning, George was going back to school.

If I wasn't already dead, I'd ask someone to just kill me now.