I got this idea from a really good Skins/Twilight crossover from little-miss-twilighter and realised at the same time that there aren't any Inbetweeners fanfics on the site. This is set during the first series of Glee and the second series of the Inbetweeners.

I don't own any of the characters, obviously.

Oh and also, I'm English and a bigger fan of the Inbetweeners than Glee, so apologies for any mistakes made in terms of the latter.

Chapter 1

Jay Cartwright was drinking a can of coke as Will McKenzie came into the Rudge Park sixth form common room and sat down. He shifted slightly to make space on the settee, checking to see who else had entered.

"Morning, wanker," he said cheerily.

"Jay," Will replied, sitting down. "Has Simon been in yet? He said he had something important to say."

"Probably going mental because he's sprouted his first pube."

"Brilliant. But seriously, is he in?"

"Nah. Neil's usually late because he gets lost, but Simon won't be. He shits himself at the thought of being late."

"Expressed like a complete degenerate, but you're right," said Will, pointing to the door. Simon Cooper came through the common room door, his eyes scanning for his friends. Neil Sutherland came through behind him, and they both sat down next to Will and Jay.

"Go on then," said Jay as a greeting. "What's so important you had to get all of us together for?"

"Good morning to you too," replied Simon. "Don't think I'll miss you too much!"

"Miss me? What are you talking about, you bell end?"

"Do you remember that foreign exchange program I'm part of?" he said, slowly.

"I remember Patricé, if that's what you're asking. That French tosser." Will's eyes narrowed, remember Patricé and Charlotte Hinchcliffe.

"Exactly. Well, thing is, Gilbert called me into his office on Friday, and there's another opening he wants me to go for."

"Oh, classic," said Jay, rolling his eyes. "Who are you going to get this time? Some kraut kid who'll nick our towels and sniff our boxers?"

"The Germans aren't all like that, Jay," said Will, condescendingly. "But good question."

"Well, that's the thing. I'm not 'getting' anyone this time.," said Simon uncomfortably. "I'm going on a trip!"

"Ooh, a trip?" said Jay, mockingly. "Ooh, lovely trip!"

"Fun trip!" Will gave a thumbs up, joining in. "Is Neil's dad giving you a lift or meeting you there?"

"Oi, my dad's not bent!"

"He is a bit, Neil," said Simon. "And very funny, you lot. But I'm going way away. It's pretty far. America, actually!"

"America?" said Jay, taken aback. "You lucky git! How long for?"

Simon took a deep breath. "Six months."

"Six months?" said Will, taken aback. "You can't leave me with these two for six months, Si!"

"It's funny you say that actually, because Gilbert wants me to bring someone else. There are two spaces."

"Shotgun!" said Jay, loudly. Simon turned to look at him in surprise.

"You? Why do you want to go to America?"

"You joking? Any sign of an English accent over there and they froth at the gash! I'll be knee deep in colonial clunge before you can say Yankee Doodle!"

"Imaginary girlfriends aren't a good reason to do a foreign exchange program, Jay," said Will. "It's about broadening your horizons."

"Well I'll be broadening my cock when I'm over there!"

"Brilliant. But I can't deny it would be good to get shot of you for six months."

"Are you sure you don't want to come, Will?" asked Simon, looking over at Jay and imagining his company for half of a year.

"Sorry Si. My revision won't do itself!"

"All yours then, Jay. It's not Miami, by the way," said Simon. "Nowhere near, in fact."

"Somewhere really hot though? Or New York?"

"Nope." Simon grabbed a piece of paper from his bag. "Ohio."

"Where the fuck's that?"

"Somewhere up north. It's pretty cold, apparently."

Jay shrugged. "Long as there's a steady supply of fanny, I'm not fussed where I live. But couldn't you have got something better?"

"I don't get to choose. That was Gilbert, and the guy he arranged it with who teaches at this other school. Mr Schuester, it says here. Weird name."

"That's a point," said Will. "Why is Gilbert going to such pains to organise this? Usually, he couldn't care less!"

"I think the department gets some money if it goes off. And the other teacher's been hounding him on the phone about getting it sorted out. He's getting annoyed."

"So you two are going, then?" said Will. "Leaving me here with Captain Brains for half a year?"

"Who's Captain Brains?"

"You are, Neil."

"Oh. Thanks very much!" Neil grinned stupidly. "Anyway. We'll have fun! Who are they sending in your place, Si?"

"It's a girl, so that's something. Her name's Rachel Berry."

"Well, while you're showing her around this shit hole, her mates back home will be showing me around their insides!"

"Try not to embarrass us, Jay," said Simon. "I don't want the Americans thinking I'm a twat as well."

"They'll think you're a twat the minute they set eyes on you," Jay replied. "What's this place called, then?"

Simon took another look at the sheet. "It's called McKinley High."

Rachel finished placing the contents of her locker into her backpack, gazing at it one last time. The lockers, as well as walls, rooms and people of McKinley would soon be a distant memory. She had no idea about Rudge Park, although she'd tried to look it up online. She felt sorry for the guy who was replacing her here; Simon Cooper would have to give up the lights of London for the obscurity of Lima. She headed towards Glee club, arriving first.

"Hey, Rachel," called Mr Schuester, "I got an email from Mr Gilbert at Rudge Park, and everything's set! Simon Cooper and his friend will be heading to Ohio later today. Which reminds me, I need to thank Finn and Kurt for playing host."

"Who will I will be staying with?"

"Your host family are called the McKenzies. I think one of them is a friend of Simon Cooper. I'm sure they'll be happy to have you." Mr Schuester smiled. "I gotta tell you, Glee club is going to be a different place without you, Rachel."

You're just happy you can give my solo to someone else, thought Rachel for a moment, but she smiled and nodded.

When she left the classroom, she saw Noah 'Puck' Puckerman in the corridor. Things had been complicated between the two of them recently, but he looked concerned to hear the news of her trip.

"So you're really going to London?" he asked as he headed towards her. "For six months?

"Practically. It's a few miles west of Big Ben and all those places. A place called Rudge Park."

"Sounds great!" Puck was trying to sound enthusiastic. "Who's coming here?"

"Two British guys. I just love the British. They're so…sophisticated!"

"They call soccer 'football'" said Puck, absentmindedly. "Who are we getting?"

"Simon Cooper, the guy that's signed up to the program, is staying with Finn. His friend is staying with Kurt. I don't know his name. But I know he'll be…"

"Sophisticated?"

"Exactly. And I want to dazzle the West End with my talent. I may not even come back to Ohio after the six months!"

"Well, good luck," said Puck, quietly. "I hear London can be a scary place."

"Is this the first time you've ever been on a plane, Jay?" asked Simon, looking at his friend's pallid complexion. They were sat in economy class (the exchange program did not have that much money behind it) ready to fly to Newark, where they would change for a direct flight to Dayton, Ohio. Once they were there, Mr Schuester would pick them up for the last drive.

"No!" said Jay, indignantly. "I've flown loads of times!"

"Like where?"

"Like Ibiza! Twice!"

"Oh, bollocks! When have you ever been to Ibiza?"

"Two summers ago I flew over for a week. Had to go meet a bird I knew who was starting a modelling career. Wouldn't do it without me there."

"I saw you all over that summer!" said Simon, triumphantly. "You never went to Ibiza!"

"Keep dreaming, mate."

"It's true! If I ever take her out you can ask her!"

"Oh, you still keep in touch? That's nice. I hear imaginary girls move on quick."

"The only thing that's gonna be imaginary is your chances of having a shag in the next six months!"

"Brilliant. Now shut up and watch the in-flight film."