Because I loved writing Exchange Students Make Everything Better so much, here's another Glee/SA x-cover. Post-musical and pre-Glee this time. I know, that seems confusing, but just read this chapter and you'll get it. Thanks and enjoy.

Prolog

My Dearest Miss Wendla,

I have now seen, Wendla, how this contemptible bourgeois society works – how everything we touch turns to dirt. In the end, we have only each other – we must build a different world. Despite what those whispering elders may say, I must be near you – next to you. I must set my head against yours. We must let ourselves breath and move again, together, in that paradox of Paradise…

Forever Yours,

Melchior Gabor

Wendla looked up from the crinkled letter, fighting back tears. They had come so far together, her and Melchior. They thought they'd always be together…that they'd build a new, better world together, with each other. But now, she had lost so much. Too much. She had lost Moritz, her baby, and almost her own life. She ran away – she escaped and made it out of the dark man's dark place…but her baby didn't make it, and she wanted to die because of it.

According to everyone in the town – including Melchi – she was dead. She made it out and ran, but everyone thought she was dead. She could never go back there. She could never go back to the place she called home, the place she buried Moritz and her baby. She could never go back to Melchior. He thought she was dead. Wendla hugged the letter. It was the last piece of Melchior she'd ever have. That was all she had – the letter, and a blurry picture of them with Moritz and Ilse.

That was another thing – she would never get to see Ilse, Anna, Martha or Thea ever again. Her friends, her family…they all thought she'd died. Well, at least they all knew her mother was to blame for what happened to her perfect little baby…and what they think happened to her. That gave Wendla the tiniest bit of satisfaction…at least her mother got what was coming to her. So now, her she was. In the Berlin Airport, ready to hop a flight to that place Melchi always told her about…America.

Thanks to that one time Ernst mentioned that nice gay couple who wanted to adopt, she had a place to go. She had a place to stay, for now, but it'd never be home. It'd never be Germany. Plus, she'd have to completely start over…a new name, a new identity…a new everything. Her life as Wendla Bergmann would just become a hazy memory. She would never hear the name 'Melchior Gabor' ever again. She'd have to learn a whole new language and make up a story that would become her life…

"Flight 123456, non-stop from Berlin to Ohio now boarding," said the man over the P-A system.

Wendla sighed. She got up and shook her head, whipped her face of all her tears. This was it. Goodbye, Germany, Wendla thought. Goodbye Mama, Goodbye Ilse, Goodbye Anna, Martha and Thea… She cried one last tear. Goodbye, Melchior. Goodbye forever.

"Please, Moritz," she prayed out loud to her deceased friend. "Please let this be the right choice. Please help me to move on. Please, Moritz, guide my choices, old friend. Give me strength to go on."

And she got on the airplane and she never looked back.

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