"I still don't see what's so bad about joining New Directions. Santana, when you were in Grade 8 you were all excited about joining Glee Club in high school" I complained after Noah (I'm giving up on the whole 'Puck' thing it's not like he talks to me anyways at school) and Santana finished chewing me out. We turned the corner of our street and I saw some kids playing Hockey on their driveway. How lucky are they to not have to worry about what other people think of them. Just have fun with friends, no judging siblings or students or anyone else.

"Ya well I was young and innocent" Noah snorted and elbowed Santana in the ribs

"You were never innocent Satan" Noah said. Santana rolled her eyes and fixed her hair in the side view mirror of the car. She can be so vain at times

"Well I enjoy singing and Mercedes and Kurt joined too" Santna stopped kissing herself in the mirror and turned to face me with a raised eyebrow

"Kurt Hudson-Hummel?" I nodded "Oh Finn can only protect him from so much and Jones too" I titled my head as Noah parked the car and took the key out of the slot. Santana opened her door and got out I followed her wanting to get the last worked in the argument

"At least their siblings are nice enough to try to protect them" Santana and Noah exchanged looks as they collected their backpacks out of the trunk

"Their siblings aren't the Cheerio's captain" Santana said patting my head as walked into the house. I hated when she did that

OOooOooOo

RACHEL'S POV:

As I walked down the hallways I flinched every time a jock passed by. I don't understand what's gotten into me. Last year alone they were constantly over and they seamed like generally decent guys now all they see me as is fresh meat and their savages and no one is stopping them

After three days at McKinley I have come to realize the social order of the school. Jocks are kings and the football players are the Ace's. The cream of the crop, the best of the best. The cheerleader (or Cheerio's) are right up there with them. I am not only a Freshman but I have no one coming to my defense when I get bullied therefore I am at the bottom right there with Bret who smells homeless.

I pass by the bulletin board on my way to hell-I mean lunch- and spot a flyer for, how ironic, a flyer. It's for the Cheerio's. Apparently they need a new flyer and I am perfect for it. Flyers do all the tricks, are at the top of the pyramid because they are light and small. Santana is always calling me midget and munchkin. McKinley doesn't offer gymnastic so this'll have to go and there's also the added bonus of seeing my sister squirm. I take the flyer and scan it as I walk to the caf

Next day:

"NEXT!" The booming voice of Coach Sylvester echoed in the almost empty gym. I gulped and rolled my shoulders back. I can do this, I am fantastic at gymnastic I am small, light exactly what they are looking for

"H-Hi" I say as I step in front of Coach Sylvester "My name is Rachel Corcoran and-" Coach Sylvester held up her hand "Yes"

"Are you in any relation to a Santana Corcoran?" She asked eyeballing me. I shifted from foot to feet feeling very uncomfortable by her staring

"Yes" I squeaked somehow finding my voice "I'm her younger sister"

"Ah" Coach tapped her pen to her lip "I expect nothing less then great for your audition then Mini Santana" I groaned mentally in my head. Great, 4 minutes and I'm already known as mini Santana

I pushed that all aside one Coach pushed play on her CD player and I feel the music thumping. I take a step back and do a perfect round off followed by a back hand spring and a one handed cartwheel. I yell some cheers I heard Santana practice in her room

"GO TITANS! GO, GO, GO TITANS!" I do a standing split followed by a second cartwheel. I was on fire. Coach's eyes widened after every trick, that's gotta count for something. Her assistant Becky was obviously in awe during my performance. I didn't think a human's jaw could drop so low

I finished with a epic no hand cartwheel and split. Becky stood up and started clapping and Coach Sylvester didn't even stop her. Instead she joined in clapping but didn't stand

"I was right Mini Corcoran. That was fantastic. I will let you know if your the flyer on Monday but if you don't make it try out next year to just be a Cheerio. You'll defiantly get in" I bowed and dropped the Pom Pom's on the ground

OOooOoo

"WHAT THE HE'LL!" Santana yelled slamming close the car door. I winced but knew I'd have to confront her eventually. I hears Coach Sylvester had been bragging about my audition all day and even the bullies started slushying me less after lunch just in case I made it. You DO NOT want to be on Coach Sylvester's bad side

"What's up your ass San?" Noah asked as he started the car. I groaned and put my head in between my legs. He didn't know? Oh he was going be SOOOO mad

"Rachel over here apparently gave an outstanding Flyer audition for the Cheerio's" Noah stopped at a red light and turned around to look at me

"Yes it's true" I say emerging from in between my legs "McKinley doesn't have a gymnastics team and the Cheerio's are the closest thing to one"

"What makes you think you can be a flyer?" Santana sneered. I rolled my eyes and leaned back against Noah's cars leather seats.

"Well besides the fact that flyer's must be small and your constantly making cracks about my size I also am very flexible and light so I'll be easy to lift. Also since my adoring siblings refuse to acknowledge my existence and constant teasing at school I need protection"

There was no talk until we got home in which Santana stormed into our mom' office and demanded she talk some 'sense' into me about joining Cheerio's.

She sat me down in her office and closed the double french doors. I knew what that meant: girl talk. She even had the room soundproofed so we can talk to her in an 'enclosed environment without any pesky snooping brothers'. She sat down in front of me at her desk and took a long sip of her coffee before addressing me

"Rachel...are you sure about this? Joining Cheerio's. You see how run down Santana is after a good days practice and your just entering high school. No need to over exert yourself and why Cheerleading? You never shown an interest before"

I told her the exact same thing I told Santana and Noah (minus the protection part: no need for them to get in trouble if they already hate me). Mom seamed to understand and I was so happy. I smirked as I skipped past Santana who was waiting outside the office