How Jesse realizes to go back to Lima after UCLA, thanks to Miss Wendla Bergmann. :) I had to try. Also, I just saw Spring Awakening on tour! Melchior was the hottest boy alive. Ilse was really good. That's pretty much it. :( But at least I saw the tour cast, I guess. :) So, here's a cute little one-shot. Thanks and enjoy.

Thank You, Wendla

Jesse St. James just couldn't believe it. One minute he was majoring in show choir, the next…he was kicked out of the University of Las Angeles, in Las Angeles. How was he supposed to know that they wouldn't pay someone to go to his classes like they did in Carmel? So, they kicked him out and slammed the door in his face, practically. It was humiliating, and he couldn't think of where to go next. He was unemployed, broke, and…and he couldn't go back to that one-horse town, Lima. He always swore he'd leave and never, ever look back. So Jesse hopped a plane and went to that place that they used to visit when he was a kid. It was the place his parents told him that he was there favorite. Germany.

"Um…excuse me, sir?"

Jesse whipped his head around. Presently, you could find him half-sitting, half-kneeling on an old bridge, leading over a pretty river. Next to him, a girl appeared. She was pretty, with dark hair and eyes, a pretty white dress with black over-the-knee socks and ballet flats. Jesse shook his head. Wait…no…it couldn't be…

"Rachel?"

The girl tilted her head and just studied him. She mouthed something, as to speak, but no noise escaped her lips. Finally, she muttered:

"I'm sorry…?"

"Oh." Jesse said, as if the one word was a sentence. "Sorry. I thought you were…someone else…"

"I'm terribly sorry," she almost curtsied at him. "I just…I had a friend who sat here, looking just like you do. Sad, like you do…and…well…he's gone now. He got left behind. I just wanted to know if you were alright…"

"Oh, um," Jesse got to his feet. "It's okay…I'm okay. I'm Jesse." The girl smiled and sort of dipped her head.

"I'm Wendla."

"Wow…" Jesse nearly mouthed. "Wendla. You just…you look just like…"

"You look awfully familiar also, Jesse…do you live around here?"

"Oh, no…I'm from America – "

"America!" She cut him off, now really excited. "I've always wanted to go to America! Tell me, what's it like?"

"It's…um…great. Yeah, great. You'd like it, Wendla."

"My…friend Melchior says it's the land of the free and the home of the brave. It's sounds wonderful."

"It is…I guess. I'm just kind of lost right now. That's why I'm here and not there."

"Lost?" She asked. "How can you be lost? Surely you know where you live, don't you?"

"Yes…well…no."

"That is quite the problem, Jesse. Have you considered a map?"

"No, not lost just…I don't know what to do or where to go. I'm just…lost."

"Well where do you call home?"

"I don't know." She smiled when he said this, and put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"This is no America, that's for sure, but at least I have a place to call home. It's reclusive here, that's what it is. But at least I can have a place here that no one will question, at least for a while. And I have friends, and family, and…"

"Wendla?" Another voice shot in.

"Melchi? I'll be right there!" Wendla called to voice. "Jesse, I should go. But just think about what I said. I don't want you to get left behind." Jesse stood there for a second, silent. Finally, it dawned on him.

He had to go home.

"Thank you, Wendla." He whispered, even though she was already gone. "Thank you."