A/N- Enjoy :)

The second the bell rang to signify the end of the period, Rachel was at Georgie's side again.

"So, you're Finn's sister! Why didn't you mention before? He's my boyfriend, we can all eat lunch together and-"

As soon as those words came out of Rachels mouth, Georgie felt a sudden urge to get the hell out of there. If Finn was Rachel's boyfriend it was likely that he was waiting for her right now at the front of the room, ready to go to break. Georgie flickered her eyes to the front to have her suspicions confirmed.

Interrupting Rachel yet again, Georgie quickly mumbled out a "I gotta go." and sped out of the door. If there was any chance that she could avoid Finn throughout the day she would. She knew at some point they were going to have to have 'The Conversation'. The one where Finn would try and make up some excuse for the things that had happened in the past, and pretend as if everything was ok. Georgie wasn't going to do that. It would take more than a simple 'There was nothing I could do' or a 'I'm sorry, but you brought it on yourself' to make up for everything.

Figuring that since she hadn't really had the chance to make any friends yet and she'd just ran away from the one person that was actually trying to be friends with her, Georgie decided to try and search for the dance studios in the school.

One way that she'd learnt to cope with her ADHD was to let out her emotion through dance. She'd always loved it and since finding out that it was one of the only things that she could find herself properly focused on, Georgie could regularly be found in dance studios at whatever school she was at. The part that she loved the most about it was that she didn't need to think. She could just let herself go and she could get lost in the music and choreography for hours on end. Without dance to use as an outlet, Georgie wasn't sure what she would be like. A hell of a lot more distracted that's for sure.

It turns out finding your way around a high school is actually pretty simple. The rooms are in number order and once Georgie had reached the gym and locker rooms she knew she was close by. Her converse covered feet tapped against the ground as she walked, echoing slightly through the empty halls.

Loud music started to play from a room on her left, making Georgie jump slightly at the sudden change in volume. She walked up to the door and peered through the glass window into the room. A lanky Asian guy was doing all sorts of twists and turns in time to the music and Georgie found herself captivated by it. Before she even knew what she was doing, she was pushing the door open and stepped straight in. She knew that the boy wasn't going to notice her though, he had a familiar look in his eye that Georgie always got when she found herself lost in the music unaware of her surroundings.

She leaned against the back wall and the music in the room was so loud that she could feel the ground shaking under her feet. The song had a heavy beat and Georgie could feel every pulse, like a heartbeat. Her eyes automatically shut to allow herself to be full immersed in the music. She had missed this. The vibrations. The music. Since moving from Arizona two days ago Georgie hadn't danced in what felt like weeks.

"What are you doing here?"

The music had suddenly cut out and Georgie's eyes snapped open as the voice that interrupted her thought. She looked over to where the voice came from noticing the Asian guy standing by the stereo, his shoulders and chest heaving as he tried to steady his breathing. He was looking at her with a confused and slightly annoyed expression.

"Uh, sorry, I just heard the music and...," She trailed off, "Sorry I'll go." As she turned to leave he called out to her.

"You're Finns sister." He stated

Georgie sighed stopping and turning back around, "Yeah, apparently that's all anyone knows me by. Finns sister."

"Georgie, right?"

She nodded

"You dance as well?" He asked looking genuinely curios

She nodded again, "Ever since I was little. How did you know?"

A small smile pulled at his lips "I guess it was the look that you had when you walked in. Like you were coming home. And then when you shut your eyes and just listen to the music... I get it. I do it too."

"Damn you saw all that," Georgie winced. "I gotta work on my stealth. Can't ruin my rep," He chuckled a little, looking down at his feet." I meant how did you know I was Finn's sister though. We look nothing alike."

"Oh, right, he mentioned his sister was starting sometime soon and I'd seen pictures of you before. You were a lot younger though, so call it a good guess." He laughed while dabbing his forehead with the towel slung round his neck.

"Well I guess I leave you to it, sorry for interrupting and all that." Georgie apologized, as she turned to leave again.

"No, it's okay," He started." You can come in here anytime. If anyone asks just say Mike said you could. Normally you have to book and sometimes it can take ages so yeah. Just not on Mondays and Thursdays because that's my time" he added with a laugh.

Georgie felt a smile grow on her face glad that she now had a place to dance. This was the first positive thing that had happened to her all day. "Thank you" She said genuinely. It had been a long time since someone had done something nice for her just because they could. It was a nice change.

"No problem." Mike smiled.

When the bell went to mark the beginning of lunch, Georgie quickly gathered up her stuff and left the stuffy classroom glad to have a break from the stares of her classmates. Apparently being Finn's sister meant that she was extremely interesting and somehow was already more popular than most of the school despite only being there a few hours. However, Georgie did not appreciate being stared at like a zoo animal, so was happy when she could get away from the prying eyes.

She went outside towards the bleachers hopeful to find a quiet spot in the sun where she could sunbathe. She pulled a pair of sunglasses and headphones out of her bag, putting them both on and laid down on the bleacher, one hand under her head and the other flat on her stomach. Although Ohio was not as warm as Arizona, Georgie couldn't deny that the feeling of warm sun on her skin was welcomed. She stayed like this for a few minutes basking in the sun, before she was distracted by loud voices coming from somewhere near her. She was only able to hear them as she wasn't actually playing music through her headphones. They were used as more of a sign to tell people not to talk to her. Like those things that you put on hotel doors when you don't want to be interrupted but in headphone form. Smart right?

Georgie sat up groggily looking around for the source of the noise. When she couldn't find it she got up, putting the headphones in her back pocket and started to walk further down the field. She just couldn't catch one moment of peace around her could she. She found a group of people sat on benches under the bleachers and from the smell of weed wafting around the air she quickly registered that these must be the stoners of the school.

As she walked up to the group of people they all stared at her. It wasn't often hot, blonde girls came around these parts. When she reached them, she looked at them all through her shades. The four teenage boys gawked at her as she picked the freshly lit blunt out of one of their hands and inhaled deeply. Letting out a long breath and looking up at the sky, Georgie felt herself relax again. It wasn't long before the one with the dreadlocks spoke up.

"Hey, y-y-you can't just d-do that"

"Why not?" Georgie shot back coolly, looking down at him with raised eyebrows.

The boy looked over to his friends for support but they all avoided eye contact with him, not wanting to upset the girl in front of them. Her dark ripped jeans, black printed t-shirt, converse and shades gave them the idea that they wouldn't want to mess with this girl.

"It's mine" The same boy said back but with more confidence this time.

"Listen here Tarzan," Georgie began. "I have had a really shitty day. My car broke down and then I punched it for no fucking reason so the whole day my hand has been throbbing so bad and I was late for my first day of school. Then when I got here I ran into my brother who I recently moved in with, who I haven't seen for three years may I just add. Then all I wanted to do is relax on the bleachers and get some sun but no. You guys just had to go and interrupt the one moment of peace that I have had all day. So actually, to be pretty fucking honest the fact that I am steeling your weed right now has been the least of my problems today. So I am so sorry If I just killed your buzz, but I really could not give a shit."Once she'd finished her rant, Georgie turned on her heel and left the four boys sat there staring at her retreating figure with wide eyes and mouths agape not knowing how to respond.

"Bitch still got my weed." The guy with the dreadlocks muttered.

Once Georgie had gotten away from the group and she'd leant back down on the bleachers, arms on the bench behind her and feet on the ones in front, she let out a loud laugh. Their faces were hilarious. She brought the joint back up to her lips inhaling the smoke and then holding her breath. She formed her lips into an 'O' shape and blew the smoke out in rings.

"Where'd you get that?" A raspy voice said from beside her.

Georgie jumped a little having failed to notice that Santana had come to sit beside her. "Shit don't do that!"

Santana laughed a little looking down at her feet on the bench below. "I've been here for ages, how haven't noticed me?"

"Uh, I'm super high." Georgie grinned at her with a dopey smile

"You didn't answer my question," Santana pressed with a small smile on her face." Where'd you get it?"

"I stole it from some stoners over there, "Georgie gestured towards where she had gone earlier with a wave. " They were pretty mad." She finished with a laugh.

Santana didn't respond and the two just sat in silence looking across the empty field. The silence wasn't awkward though, instead it was comfortable. Not that Georgie would have noticed anyway. By now she was high as a kite and could feel a buzz run through her body.

"What's up then?" Georgie said bluntly after a while of studying Santana's facial expression. She'd noticed it as soon as she'd seen her. "Why do you look like someone just killed your cat?"

Santanna looked over to her wondering how she knew something was off. She barely knew the girl and already Georgie could tell something was wrong. Most of the kids in Glee club still wouldn't even look her in the eye. Santana didn't like being caught off guard and made sure to set her expression back to the stony one it was meant to be previously.

"Nothing's wrong. It's stupid" she muttered. Georgie's brows furrowed. Why was she lying. Something was clearly bothering her more than she was letting on. If she didn't want to talk though then she wasn't going to force her.

"Whatever."

Georgie held her hand out, offering the small amount of the joint that remained but Santana shook her head. "No thanks, If I show up at practice high coach is defiantly gonna kick me off the team." Georgie withdrew her hand and quickly took one last drag of the joint before flicking it behind her off the back of the bleachers.

"Well it's been fun, but I gotta dash, can't miss-" Georgie started, blowing out the smoke as she stood up and quickly grabbing her schedule from her pocket to check it. "-Math. Oh, that rhymed." She giggled.

"Bye" Santana waved, eyes secretly on Georgie's ass as she attempted to climb down the bleachers going over each seat instead of walking down the side. This girl was already confusing her. How could Georgie be able to read her so easily yet Santanna couldn't get a thing from her back. She let out a big sigh, gathering up her bag to follow Georgie inside for fifth period. From doing the performance with Glee club earlier on in lunch, Santanna felt as if she hadn't been able to stop and sit down today. So, when she found her spot that she went to daily occupied by someone else she was slightly irritated. That was until she realized who it was. Now she was just left confused.

Georgie somehow was able to sit through the remainder of the day. It was probably due to the lasting effects of the weed that just made her chilled as fuck. However, towards the end of last period the weed had worn of and Georgie was starting to become antsy. Her legs jiggled up and down involuntarily and she was unable to focus on anything the teacher was saying. As soon as she heard the bell she was out of the classroom headed straight towards her locker to grab her skateboard and get the hell out of the school. However, when she reached it, there was someone waiting for her. Finn.

Georgie walked up to her locker, opened it and grabbed her skateboard all the while ignoring his presence. "What do you want?" She finally asked, after slamming her locker shut and leaning against it facing Finn.

He looked at her, shocked that she was now looking at him with an impatient look, waiting for him to reply. "We need to talk" He said simply. Georgie stood silent for a moment before nodding her head and sighing.

"Yeah, fine"

Finn nodded his head towards a room down the hall, indicating that they could going there. When she walked in Georgie realized that this must be some sort of choir room. Probably where they did that Glee thing. They sat down in seats at the back of the room both preparing themselves for an awkward conversation.

"Look-" Finn began. However, he was quickly cut off by Georgie.

"-No, you look. I'm not here to hear a sad apology for what's happened. I don't care anymore. It's been three years and I don't know about you but I'm different now. Maybe mom is too but I'm not holding my breath. No, I'm not exactly happy that I have to live with her but that's how it is and because of that I'm gonna try, really hard, for it to be different this time. But that's not gonna work if things were how they were before and you know that as well as I do. So, can we please just move on."

Finn shook his head looking down at the ground. "You say you've changed but you haven't," He began quietly. "You still only think of yourself, I mean c'mon Georgie you reek of weed!" He stood up and faced her. "You knew that we needed to talk today and it's your first day and you're not even trying! How high even are you right now? Whatever problems you ever had with mom were your own fault and you know it. You can't expect to not get yelled at when you come crashing through the door at three in the morning drunk or high or whatever you can't jus-"

"-Fuck you, Finn. Fuck you", Georgie shouted, cutting Finn off and bursting up out of her chair. "You don't know a single thing about me! Stop trying to make me out to be the bad person when all I ever did was try and all you and mom ever did was kick me to the curb. Whatever, I don't care anymore." She muttered with a wave of her hand as she turned to walk out. " I'm done with it. I'm done with you. I tried to fix things and if all you can say was that I brought it on myself that that's enough for me to know that it was a waste of time. You say I haven't changed, but you're the one that hasn't changed. You're still too scared to go against anything that mom says, and god forbid you actually act like a grown man and start thinking for yourself." With that, Georgie stormed out the room.

Finn stood there gaping at where his older sister had just left, shocked at the response he had just received. Three years ago, Georgie would have never yelled back like that to him or their mom. Maybe she really had changed.

Georgie was angry. No. Georgie was furious. Once she'd stormed out of the room, getting a few wary stares from people who had been stood outside and had heard everything, she headed straight outside and started to head towards where she'd left her truck that morning. She was so stupid. How could she have thought that asking to just moving on would have ever worked. So stupid. A single tear dripped down her cheek as she skated along the road but was quickly wiped away as if it had never been there.

Upon reaching her truck, Georgie hopped off her skateboard and threw it in the backseat along with her bag. She turned the keys in the ignition hopeful that the truck would have pulled itself together but no luck. Georgie sighed and rested her arms and head on the wheel. Why could things never be easy?

After a few moments of pulling herself together, Georgie popped the hood and climbed back out. She was going to fix this truck. She wound her hair into a messy bun at the top other head and leant down to inspect the old engine, hoping the problem would present itself.

One of the few things that her dad actually did teach her was how to fix cars. Most of the time he would get frustrated with her as she kept getting distracted by small things, but eventually after a couple of summers of hard work, Georgie was a pro. Grabbing some tape from her trunk, she wound it round the radiator cap hoping to help keep it on for a while longer before she could get a new one. When she tried the ignition again, Georgie did a little happy dance when her truck spluttered to life. It didn't sound healthy but at least it was doing something.

When Georgie pulled into the drive of the Hudson residence, she was unsurprised to find Finns car already on the drive. Her mom however, was not yet back from work. Walking in to the house was like walking back in time. It felt like the few times that she would come and visit as the house hadn't changed much through the years. But this time she was staying instead of leaving at the end of the week to move from one unwelcoming house back home to her own unwelcoming house.

After dropping her keys into the designated bowl by the door, Georgie headed straight for the kitchen. Having not eaten all day, Georgie found the wide range of food hard to choose from as she wanted all of it. Finally deciding to just make herself a sandwich and be done with it, Georgie pulled out the ham, cucumber and mayo and started doing just that.

A few hours later, Georgie found herself laying face up on her bed. With no homework to do, as it was the first day and no friends to talk to she found herself bored. The thought about friends drew her mind back to all the people that she had met throughout the day. There was Sam, who did the weird impressions, Mike who let her have access to the dance studio, the guy in the wheelchair that directed her to the office, Rachel, who wouldn't stop talking at her and happened to be Finns girlfriend and then there was Santana. The girl who spoke to her in their Spanish class. The girl who sat by her on the bleachers in silence while Georgie got high. The girl that Georgie couldn't take her eyes off of. Georgie found herself wanting to know more about all these people but something about Santana drew her in in a different way.

A/N- Let me know what you think of this story and Georgie so far. Constructive criticism is always welcome! -A