Rachel Berry sauntered along the football field with a smug smile on her face. The grin increased as she walked past the McKinley High football team to a chorus of compliments.

"Looking good Berry."

"Hey girl, why don't you come watch us train? With you there cheering us on, we are sure to win."

"Back off Mike, she only has eyes for me. Don't you Rachel?"

She shook her head and giggled, stopping to face the boys that had gathered to look at her. Her long glossy brunette hair hung in a sleek ponytail, showing off the pretty features of her face. Her big brown eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in the sight before her. Today, she had worn her cream pencil skirt with a tight fitting black t-shirt. She always dressed immaculately, it was just a part of her character. She wasn't quite rich enough to never wear the same outfit twice, but she certainly never wore an outfit to school during the year more than once. She quickly glanced at her cream coloured high heels to make sure they weren't covered in grass stains and mud, before looking back up at the guys stood around her.

"Come on now, you all know I would rather sit on a bed of rusty pins than watch you train. I tell you every lunch time, you won't be getting any of my precious minutes. I'm a busy girl. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go eat lunch with my girls." She started to walk away to the sound of jeering from some of the guys. They were used to girls falling at their feet, they didn't take it too well when she turned them down multiple times a day. She looked over her shoulder at Noah Puckerman, one of the baddest boys in school and the best scorer in all the games. "Rather than shouting at poor innocents like me who dare to walk across this field, perhaps you can encourage your team to put in some extra training. You all need it. I don't associate with losers." She turned back to walk away properly now, that satisfied grin from before returning to her at the look of utter humiliation on Pucks face. It was about time he was taken down a peg or two. All he did was try to sleep with as many girls as he could at this school and she for one was fed up of it.

She made her way to the bleachers where she knew her friends would be waiting. It was where they ate lunch every day and put the worlds to right. The girls she gathered here with had been her friends for years, so she knew they didn't just hang out with her because she was the most popular girl in school or because her two gay Dads were both super talented musicians who had got to go on tour with huge acts like Stevie Wonder and more recently, Adele. Sure, she was the only girl in her year whose parents had a swimming pool in their backyard, but she knew her friends just liked her for her, not because of all the fortunate circumstances that surrounded her.

"Tell me Rachel, will there ever be a day you walk past that football team where they don't all worship you and fall at your feet?"

Rachel rolled her eyes as she sat down next to her friends. Mercedes, Tina, Santana and Brittany were all here every lunch come rain or shine, in this exact spot. Sometimes, their friend Kurt would join them if he wasn't too busy skipping his lunchtimes to go and see his new boyfriend Blaine from a nearby school - Dalton Academy. He wasn't at the bleachers today, he was obviously with his new love.

"It's not my fault Tina! I can't make them stop yelling at me. I have asked them plenty of times."

Santana nudged Rachel in a playful way.

"Oh quit it Berry, you love the attention they give you. You wouldn't have it any other way."

They all started laughing and murmuring in agreement while Rachel rolled her eyes again, unwrapping her cheese salad sandwich her Dads had made her before school this morning.

"Boring, can we please talk about something else now?"

She took a bite of the sandwich as Mercedes started talking.

"Actually, now we are all here, I have something to tell y'all. I don't know if you've heard it but there is this new viral thing going round...Truth or Dare."

Rachel immersed herself in her sandwich, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. If she was being honest, she hated the way everyone around her was so social media crazy. She only had all the social media accounts because it would raise eyebrows if she didn't, but she would have been quite happy to delete all of her Twitter, Facebook and whatever else accounts. In her opinion, they caused nothing but trouble.

"Oh come on, Truth and Dare isn't exactly a new thing." Brittany, the quietest one in the group laughed as she threw a chip at Mercedes.

Mercedes huffed and got that angry glare in her eyes, she was well known for being a fiery character.

"I know that Britt. But this is the ultimate truth and dare. It's not like any normal game. It's intense."

Santana's eyes widened and she leaned forward with interest. She was always the type to love stuff like this. Rachel on the other hand...well, it was her worst nightmare.

"Go on, tell me more."

Mercedes smiled at Santana and looked around at the rest of the group, making sure she had their attention.

"Basically, it's like a chain. There is this Mckinley High group on Facebook dedicated to this truth or dare game. I have no idea who started it but it's pretty much going on at every school in America right now. You join the group and that very night, you get your dare."

Rachel raised an eyebrow as she finished her sandwich.

"Wait a minute, so it's just called Dare then? Why has the option for 'truth' disappeared?"

"It's disappeared because it's boring Rachel. Nobody picks truth anymore. Where is the fun in that? Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, so you get your dare...and you have to keep it a secret. And the dare isn't like throwing toilet paper at someones car or wearing smudged lipstick to school. The dares are designed to last a while. More like projects than dares."

"What sort of dares are we talking? I mean... how long can a dare be exactly?"Tina sounded nervous as she asked the question.

Mercedes shrugged.

"I don't know. The dares are top secret until you have completed them. As far as I know, nobody at McKinley have completed their dares yet. You have to document how the dare is going with an online blog set to private, then you have to make the blog public once the dare is completed so everyone has proof that you have indeed been completing the dare. For example, I read at one school that a guy had to pretend he had been kicked out of school. He had to fake it to his Mom and Dad for a couple of weeks. In the end, he missed so much school to make this story believable that he actually did end up getting kicked out and his parents were in bits."

Rachel gasped while the others laughed.

"That's awful. Why would anyone want to go through that? It's absurd."

Mercedes shot Rachel a look. A look Rachel had come to know as a warning sign before she lost her temper.

"It's the game Rachel. Now who's in?"

All the girls around her put their hands up. Rachel was the only one who didn't.

Santana nudged her again, harder than before.

"Come on Berry, don't be a misery. It will be fun. Besides, you are the queen of this entire school, the apple of your Dads eyes. I'm sure you will be able to get away with just about anything."

Rachel closed her eyes briefly and despite her entire body screaming for her not to do this, she raised her hand. The girls squealed and group hugged. Rachel watched with a racing heart as Mercedes pulled out her phone and signed everyone up to the McKinley High Truth or Dare group on Facebook.

"And now, we wait. Come on, let's go freshen up in the toilets before class starts."

They all followed Mercedes lead and walked across the football field once more. Rachel was filled with so many worried thoughts about the truth or dare game she didn't even hear the football team calling out for her this time round. As they neared the school building, Santana scoffed.

"Oh look, It's Loser McWasteofSpace."

Rachel looked towards where Santana was pointing. There, underneath the huge tree at the end of the football field, sat Sam Evans. For as long as she could remember, Sam had been...well...a loser. He didn't talk to anyone. He didn't have any friends. Every day when the lunch bell rang out, just as Rachel and her girls would head for the bleachers, Sam would head for this particular tree. He would sit underneath it by himself and read a book. He didn't pay attention to anyone around him. She had seen the football team actually throwing food at him before and it was like he hadn't even noticed. He never ate lunch despite it being lunch time. He wasn't in any of her classes so she didn't know too much about his grades or anything. She only knew that he was out of place. He didn't fit in here. He was tall and had the build of someone that wouldn't be out of place as a quarterback on the football team. He had blonde hair that he sometimes let grow long enough to pull back in a hair tie. His hair wasn't quite that long just yet but it was getting there, she thought. It flopped over his face as he buried himself in the book. He had ocean blue eyes that always seemed to have an intensity about them and his lips were big and full. Rachel couldn't be certain but she thought he also had dimples. Considering she had never seen him smile or even knew if he was capable of it, she just did not know. But one thing she and the whole school knew for sure...he was an outcast. It had started to be routine for Santana to shout mean things at him as they walked by, quite often with the other girls joining in. In fact, the whole school liked to yell things and throw insults at Sam Evans as he sat under the tree and it was like he never even noticed.

"I'm surprised that tree hasn't fallen to the ground and died yet with that freak of nature spreading misery into it's roots every single day." Tina howled at her own joke as the rest of the girls laughed. Brittany kicked a rotten banana peel Sams way. It stopped just before his shoe, but he didn't even flinch. Personally, Rachel didn't hurl insults at Sam or any of the less popular kids at school. The only ones she ever felt the need to insult sometimes were the football team or even her own friends. They were the sort of people who needed taking down from their thrones. She didn't see what good it would do heaping cruel taunts on the people that already lived with a world of bullying day in, day out. She knew how lucky she was to be popular. To have it all. She would hate to be in a less fortunate position.

She pushed past her friends, wanting to get her books from the locker for her next class. And in truth, wanting to be away from them while they continued to throw insults at Sam Evans. The afternoon passed slowly and by the time the end of day bell rang, Rachel decided she was so tired that she would go home and nap by the pool. It was nice weather out, not too warm and not too cool. It was just right.

She threw her school bag down in the hall, found the note from her Dads saying they wouldn't be back til later and that she could order takeout with the money they had left on the kitchen counter top and poured herself a drink of ice cold orange juice.

She made her way to the pool and got settled on one of the sun loungers, feeling relaxed for the first time that day. Just as she started to drift off, her phone buzzed with a notification. Moaning, in frustration, she sat up to find out who had disturbed her peace. She swallowed as she saw she had a message from the McKinley High Truth or Dare group. With shaky hands, she opened it up.

'Rachel Berry...welcome to the truth or dare McKinley High Facebook group!

Your truth is that you only signed up for this game to do a dare.

The rules are simple.

The dare is a secret. Tell no-one. I have ways of finding out if this rule has been broken.

It can last as long as you want providing the dare has been completed to satisfaction. Failure is not an option. All dares in this group have been designed to last for at least a week. But how long it lasts over the initial seven days is up to you!

You must start up your own private blog right now to detail the dare you are given. You will write frequent posts about how you are carrying out your dare. Once the dare has finished and you are happy you succeeded, send the blog in messenger to this group where it will be read. Then you must make it public.

Lastly, the owner of this group is top secret. It is run by one person and I will not reveal my identity until everyone has completed their dares. Because I run the group, it is up to me and me alone to dish out the dares. I am exempt from carrying out any dares.

Please re-read this message carefully and watch the clock. In exactly five minutes from this message being sent, you will be given your dare.

Thanks for joining the game.

Have fun. Be Daring.'

Rachel checked the time the message was sent. By her reckoning, she only had three minutes until her dare was sent to her. Why did she feel so nervous? She took a sip of her orange juice, wondering if she should message any of her friends. But no, she couldn't do that. This whole thing had to be kept a secret. Of course, they all knew each other would be doing dares, but what the dare was would remain a mystery. Who knew how long this would go on for? She was certain however, that once all this was over, she would be deleting all social media accounts. She hated Facebook anyway, and if she didn't have an account in the first place, she wouldn't have felt peer pressured into signing up for this.

She jumped as the phone she held in her hands beeped loudly with another message. Taking a deep breath, she opened it, her heart beating so loud when she read what she had to do she thought it might explode.

'Rachel Berry...Your dare is to make Sam Evans AKA McKinley High Schools biggest loser...Fall in love with you. Your dare is not over until Sam utters those three magic words "I love you" to your face.

Have fun. Be daring.'

Rachel stared at her screen, reading the message over and over again, hoping this was some bad dream she would wake up from. She couldn't even begin to think of the hows and the details. It was cruel. It was a horrible dare. She couldn't do it, but she knew she had to.

Making Sam fall in love with her would be impossible. And how could anyone achieve the impossible?