Hello there, thanks to the reviews i got i made a few changes on this chapter to improve it. Thank you for your constructive advice. And i'd like to say to the person who pointed out the way of talking of the characters: i agree with you, but i just don't know how to do that. I'm sorry, i even googled it, but i still don't know. But i will pay more attention to it, and i'm hopping you'll stick around and help me with it haha

Thank you all.

Paris, 1943

Quinn POV

I'm Quinn Fabray. I'm not your typical girl, I was born differently. Not one doctor has ever had a patient like me, I'm one of a kind, only my father didn't see me like that. In his eyes I'm just a freak, a disgrace and he didn't forget to remind me of that every single day. It isn't my fault I was born with male genitalia, I'm not the one to blame, why can't he see that? God knows why, but he just can't, so instead of embracing and supporting my uniqueness, he made me turn into a boy. Short, choppy hair, boy's clothes and boy's manners, boy's everything! I cry everytime someone calls me a "good boy" or a "charming man". Unfortunately there is nothing I can do. I've spent 23 years living like this, but the pain never goes away.

One day, while we were having dinner, my father drops the bomb.

"The police is needing more men, they're finally putting an end to that disgusting race that are the jewish" I don't know why he's talking about that right now, so I just listened "so I signed you up".

My heart stopped, my mind blanked. The only sounds heard are my mom's sobs. I tried to calm her down by rubbing my right hand up and down her back, while I glared at him.

"It won't make up for the disgrace and the freak you are but..." and shrugged his shoulders. I have never felt so much hatred towards someone. How could he do this to his own daughter? In the meanwhile my mom kept crying and showed no signs of settling down, but I couldn't find it in myself to keep comforting her since I was the one being forced, once again, to do something I didn't want while she just stands there, doing anything to stop him.

"How can you do this? What did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me so much?" I yell. He glares at me, with disgust, suddenly he stands up and slaps me.

"I will not tolerate disrespect in my own damn house" he yells back. I'm clutching my cheek. I bet it will bruise.

"May I be excused?" I ask brokenly. I was trying so hard to keep the tears at bay. I just had to get out of there, before I killed him. He nodded and told me my partner would pick me up at 8 am. I groaned internally, this keeps getting better, now I even have to wake up really early.

Once in my bedroom I couldn't hold the tears any longer. I was leaving home and who knows when I'll be back. I'm partially happy because I'm finally leaving but I really don't want to hurt other people, innocent people, people like me, like him. Humans.

With a heavy sigh, I start packing.

My alarm clock goes off and I'm forced to get up, that's the last thing I want to do right now. I go to the bathroom and look myself in the mirror, "don't forget who you are!" I repeat over and over again. I notice that my cheek is bruised, like I anticipated. I get in the shower, wash myself really fast and get dressed. By the time I'm running down the stairs to fix myself something to eat, someone rings the bell. I quickly put on a hat that was near by so I would look more masculine. I open the door and find myself face to face with a huge man, no seriously, he's really tall. By the uniform he's wearing I assume he's my partner.

"Hi?" I ask nervously.

"Hello, I'm here to pick up one Quinn Fabray" He says in a serious tone.

"You're looking at he- him." I recover quickly. He looks at me questioningly, analysing me, he seems a little unsure and I don't blame him, I have a really feminine form. After a few seconds he throws me the uniform he's been holding and tells me to hurry up. How rude!

Anyway, I do what I've been told. Thank god a hat is part of the uniform. I look at myself and repeat my mantra one last time. I grab my bag and head downstairs again. He's still standing by the door but this time he's not alone. My mom looks at me and starts crying, again, and my father looks kind of proud, wow that's new. I come to a stop in front of them.

"I'm going to leave you alone, so you can say your goodbyes. Quinn don't take too long". My partner, whose name I still don't know, says to us. I nod, looking at him. He walks out and goes wait in the car.

My mom immediatly hugs me like it's the last time we'll see each other, I hug her back with the same amount of force and promise to be back safe and sound. At the same time I feel a hand on my left shoulder.

"Good luck and be careful please... for your mother" My father says. I'm literally going to war and that's all he has to say to me?

With a curt nod and a "thank you,sir" I hug my mom one more time, pick up my bag and get out the door.

When I get in the car I let out a heavy sigh.

"It's hard uh?" My new partner asks. I slowly nod. He smiles and adds "I cried when i left my family, so if you need to, just... let it out" he finishes lamely, and again I just nod. "So you're a man of few words I see" and with that we both laugh, breaking the ice.

"No, I'm just a little overwhelmed" I try my best to thicken my voice. "I'm Quinn Fabray"

"Finn Hudson" we both shake hands.

"Very nice to meet you, Finn" I say smiling. He starts driving to our 1st destination.

"So... what happened?" he nods his head towards my face.

"Oh nothing really, just a little misunderstanding" I reply too fast. He doesn't believe me, I know, but he didn't push the subject further. The ride is quiet.

"So tell me Finn Hudson, when will I be able to get myself installed in my new household ?" I ask breaking the silence, after a few minutes.

"Well Fabray, we have to pick up the people from this list" he hands me a paper with a dozen names written on it "we'll drop them off at the concentration camp, then we can get you installed" he informs me.

"Okay, but where?" I insist, because I have no idea where I'm heading to and frankly I'm a little nervous.

"In the camp, man. Didn't you read your contract before signing it?" he asks me confused.

"There was a contract?" I yell surprised.

"Come on fabray, are you joking?" he questions me, losing his patience. I shake my head no. "Then how?"

"My father" I simply say, dropping my head on the window next to me. The rest of the ride is silent.

I don't think he got it, but I'm glad he didn't ask, because even I don't understand how, but my father is a very powerful man. I shouldn't be surprised actually, I should expect everything from Russel Fabray.

I'm interrupted from my thoughts when the car comes to a stop.

"I don't think I can do this" I say shakily. He looks at me confused "help kill all these people. It's so wrong."

"I know. Me neither" we both remained quietly seated for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to do our job, but we can't delay this any longer. I get out of the car, straighten my uniform, take a deep breath and knock on the 1st door. Finn's already by my side.

Today has been exhausting. One of the worst days of my life to be honest. I feel so ashamed of myself. I knew i had to be cold, look those people in the eye, hear them beg and sob and still be strong enough to do my job, but i didn't know it would be this hard. Thankfully, I didn't do it alone. Finn wasn't much help, he just stood there, but at least I had someone by my side. Finally this is the last stop.

As I'm about to knock on the last door, Finn catches my wrist, not forcefully though.

"You've done a lot. Let me help, this one is on me" and I nod in agreement because honestly, I'm a mess right now.

Suddenly I hear Finn's fist hitting the wooden door and his voice yelling.

"Police! Open the door immediately!"

This is my 1st fanfiction. EVER. And i'm sorry if it sucks, but i've had this idea in my head for a while now and finally decided to write it. Also, i'll only update if i know someone is reading this story so if you want me to continue, please follow it or review it. Thank you.