Well, let me say I'm obsesed with the Second World War since I'm a little girl. I'm a cuarter german, so...

I really hope you like it! Enjoy!

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How did I endup here?

Puck was at his house playing the piano with his sister, Sarah. They were singing a long "Va, Pensiero" by Giuseppe Verdi, our favorite song because it was also named "Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves" or something like that. They were waiting for start with Shabbat when they heard people kicking thei rdoor house.

"What's going on?" she asked scared.

"Stay here, Sarah." he said hiding his little sister.

"Where's mom?!"

"OPEN THE DOOR, FUCKING JEWS!" the man who was kicking the door yelled.

Their mom ran over towards her children.

"They are coming for us..." she whispered.

"No, I'm not going anywhere!" I screamed taking my sister on my arms "I'm hiding at the basement."

I ran down stairs but it was too late. Now there were twelve soldiers around me. Puck looked around looking for a place to hide and run away to Switzerland the next morning. But in that moment he felt someone hit him on the head now everything was black.

When Puck woke up, he wasn't at his house anymore. He was in a room where barely could he breathe and everyone's voices were too loud. Where am I? He thought.

"Look, he's awake!" a girl with a big nose spoke.

A Latina girl turned around to face him. She stared at him for a few seconds as Puck sat up looking around. Everyone was staring at him like he was a freak and it felt too weird to him because he didn't like when people looked at him like that.

"W—Where am I? Where are my mom and my sister?" he asked obviously worried "I have to find them! They might die!"

"Not if they already are…" a Chinese guy shrugged.

"WHAT?!" Puck yelled standing up "There's no freaking way I'm staying in this fucking place with fucking estrangers where the fuck it is. If my family is dead!"

The Latina looked at the petite brunette with the big nose who took Puck's arm. She bitted her lip and looked into Puck's hazel eyes. He had deep eyes who usually could remind some people a puppy. He started to calm down and looked at her.

"Where are we?"

"We are at the Krakow Ghetto" she explained "And your mother and your sister were taken to the hospital because one soldier hit them hard and… I'm so sorry but they must be probably dead… that's what they do with us… I've seen people dead at the streets… innocent and good people are dying every day because of those sons of bitches!"

"Us?" Puck repeated.

"Jewish people" the brunette nodded.

"So you all are Jews?"

"No, not everyone" the Latina spoke "I'm a Latina who loves girls the way I was supposed to feel about boys, Mike and Tina, the Asian ones, are you know, Asians… Kurt and Blaine are dating so you must know why they're here. Wade is transsexual, Jake is black and Jewish, Mercedes is Black too and Artie is in a Wheelchair."

"So we are the kind of people they consider garbage and Europe wants to get rid of us…" Puck whispered.

"Something like that" the Latina nodded

Puck shook his head this cannot be happening. Not to him! God he needs to get the hell out of here and his only way out was Oskar Schindler. He had heard about that a business man needed cheap workers for his factory; he would do it for free. The man's name was Oskar Schindler. Puck needed to find him.

"Excuse me, I have to go looking for someone." He said passing by Mike.

"Looking for who?" the petite brunette asked him "By the way, my name is Rachel, what's yours?"

"Noah Puckerman, but my friends call me Puck… and I'm looking for Oskar Schindler or something…"

Everyone in the room broke into laughs. Puck stared at them confused, why they were laughing at him? He wanted to save his life for not die in this place.

"What? He's a business man I thinking about getting a job… out of ghetto."

"You have to go looking for Itzhak Stern" Rachel said smiling.

"Who's that?"

Rachel sighed and shook her head.

"He's Herr Direktor's business counter… I think they are friends." She answered in a tone of question when she said Stern was a friend of Mr. Schindler. Puck rose an eyebrow "I mean they work together and Herr Direktor treats him very well for being a Nazi… so…"

"Yeah they're sort of friends." Blaine nodded "Or it looks like they are…"

"Well I think they are not friends" Kurt shook his head "Nazi people just don't like us."

"I second that!" Puck agreed with Kurt "However I have to work there if I want to get the hell out of the ghetto."

"I'll help you." Rachel smiled "I know Stern's building, my dads were there before they…" she looked down.

That's how Puck knew she had lost her parents, he sighed and hugged her. Losing both parents must be awful. He never met his dad… oh, well, he did. But the man was always drunk and yelling at him saying he (Puck) was garbage. He left when Puck was ten. He promised himself not becoming a dad like him… and he would tell everyone that he never had a dad. He doesn't even know where the hell his dad is! What his role as father or what a papa is supposed to do. Maybe treat his child well. Who knows? He doesn't. No one knows.

"I'm so sorry, Rachel" he whispered in her ear.

"It's okay. We all are here because our parents aren't with us for different reasons, dead or at their houses comfortable next to their chimneys while we are here in a ghetto living with twelve people in a same room."

"Don't forget the part when you say it's a tiny room where we need air. Fucking Germans!" the Latina said.

"You are German, Santana." Jake shook his head.

"Not anymore, none of us is from our original country anymore!" Santana yelled "Now we live at the ghetto and the German society doesn't count us as Germans, so…"

"Okay, however let's go, Rachel." Puck took Rachel's hand which felt cold on his "Are you okay, babe?"

Rachel rolled her eyes and just nodded. He thought she realized what kind of guy he was; a womanizer. Was his fault like hot chicks? No! It was in his veins. It's the Puckerman gen.