GAH! My first fic! I'm so excited. This is totally unbelievable. But anyway, my friend Sam is the one who convinced me to write so this whole story is dedicated to her. Love ya, bb.

Believe it or not, Rachel Berry kind of liked playing football. Once she got into a comfortable playing position, of course. Being in the line of action just wasn't for her, she supposed. What she really loved playing was the kicker. Being a gymnast/ballerina/dancer/black belt had its advantages and one of those was her leg strength.

So yeah, instead of dropping off the team after the big game, she tried out for Ms. Beiste(who Rachel suspects is just a big softie) who, after some manipulating on the younger girl's part, caved in and let Rachel on the team. Rachel, of course, was extremely excited. How often does a teenage girl with no skills at all get on a football team?

You know, besides in movies.

So she took the oppurtunity to tell her fellow Glee members about the news. It didn't go quite as expected.

"You're what?" Everyone, for once, was on cue and yelled all with harmony. She was quite proud, actually. Just shrugging, she grinned and figured that they were strangely hard of hearing at this moment.

"I am on the football team!" She once again squealed, hands on the cool, smooth wood of the piano in front of her. Mr. Schuester just stared with disbelief on his face, everyone else looking similar. She honestly couldn't believe that while Quinn, Santana and Britney could stupidly quit the Cheerios, Puck could chase after an unwilling girl and Mr. Schuester could pine after Emma day after day, she's the one who's 'obviously crazy'.

"Rachel, David and everyone else is back on the team. There's no need to play anymore." Did he really think she didn't know that? Rachel gave him a look of disappointment, one that was, as usual, swept aside.

Santana sneered at her, arms across her chest. "God, you're more crazy than usual, Man Hands. You'll be crushed." Pausing, Santana grinned. "On second thought, congrats. Hope you get on the field every chance you get." Someone laughed along with her, probably Mercedes or Quinn.

"Rach, this is a bad idea. You'll be hurt! No, I won't let you do it." Quinn, beside Finn, looked at him, suspicion clearly visible in her blue eyes. As if he could feel her stare, the tall boy grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently. Rachel, already halfway moved on, paid it no mind, looking past them to Puck.

Said boy, however, gazed at her like he was obviously aware of what her position was. "Well, I'll be damned. Congrats, Berry," He responded, grinning like he just got an idea. Which made Rachel worried. Whenever Puck gets an idea, it's best to put a stop to it before he can put it into action.

"Why, thank you Noah. Someone sees the potential I hold as kicker." Everyone else just rolled their eyes. Mercedes sighed before shrugging.

"Hey, all I can say is more power to ya, sister." Although it's hardly nice or even something a friend would say to another, Rachel beams with happiness. Sam furrowed his eyebrows, thinking for a moment.

"Wait. So you're our new kicker? Whatever happened to Justin Won?" All the members, plus Mr. Schuester, looked at the small singer, expecting an answer. She grinned devilishly, making Puck raise an eyebrow.

"Let's just say that he had an accident." At that moment, everyone immediately thought of Rachel as a younger Sue Sylvester, with brown hair and a couple of other differences. But all in all, they were vicious, competitive, cruel at times, and ambitious.

"Like, he peed his pants? Cause once, I saw a boy do that." The whole room halted to a stop, staring at Brittany, blinking. Santana quickly glared at everyone and Rachel took her place next to Mike with Sam on her other side. Mike smiled at her, patting on her on the shoulder.

"Well, I for one am glad you're on our new team. Welcome to the Titans, Rachel." And with that, the club moved on to their assignment for the week. Power. Whether you want it, need it, or have it.

However, something was off. When the club director gave Santana a solo, Rachel didn't even blink. When he gave Quinn a part in a group song, she didn't throw a fit. When Lauren's voice was slightly off during an important part, she didn't lunge at her.

Although it didn't need to be said, Rachel Berry on the football team was looking to be a good thing.