The Girl in the Striped Pajamas

A/N- I do not own Glee or Boy in the Striped Pajamas and as a warning again, this story will have very sensitve material. I know some of you are confused about Finn's hate toward what he does and what he is doing but like I wrote in chapter one, he does hate everything he is doing and he is very torn about what to do. You will see his confusion in later chapters and the kind of camp they are in is called a reform camp for short. Kids were normally taken there and where told that they were slaves and had to serve the Nazis, they did exsiste and there where not that many. But the condtions are still just as bad as you will read in this chapter and the next.

Everyone, thank you for your reviews. I am writing this story also on what I learned, my pop-pop was an american soilder during WWII, he was there on D-Day and infiltrated a concencration camp. He really never talks about what he saw there and he will never talk about it, he said seeing children just skin and bone was the hardest part of that war.

"Finn…Finn! You swore! You swore you would come back for me!"

Finn watched in horror as all the girls in Rachel's bunker where rounded up like animals. Children were crying out for their parents as their clothes got stripped from their bodies. He watched as a leering man came over to Rachel and pushed her towards the huge double door, toward the shower room.

"No!" Finn yelled as he went after her but was stopped by his step brother. "Kurt, you have to stop this! Why is it happening?"

Kurt just shrugged his shoulders and simply said. "Out with the old and in with the new brother." He cracked a grin and Finn wanted to punch him right there. "And relax; they are just taking their last shower."

Finn's face flushed. "No…" He ran over to the now locked door. "No! Kurt, you have to tell them to stop."

Kurt was not listening to his pleas and the gas was dropped into the shower room, he heard screams and cries. Then after a while, the screaming turned into choking and then it was silent all together. "Rachel!" With brute force, Finn forced the door open. The remaining Gas hit his face, making it impossible to breath but he fought his way through the skeletal like bodies before finding Rachel's. She was in the middle of all of them, holding onto another girl's hand. Finn knelt down in the river of bodies and cradled Rachel's mal-nourished one in his arms. "No, no, no, no…."

"Finn…"

"Rachel, no, please come back." He moaned as he cuddled her closer.

"Finn? What are you talking about? I'm right here."

Finn opened his eyes and saw the bright eyed girl looking right at him, with a hand on her hip and a frown on her face. He gave her a confused look and she returned it.

"You're crying." She pointed out and Finn rubbed his eyes , sure enough he felt tears. "Dream?" She asked him and Finn nodded. "About me?" She asked with a smile creeping on her features.

Finn just gave her a look and then rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Why are you in my room?"

"Your mother sent me in here to wake you up…it's twelve thirty Finn, you practically slept the day away. And what happened to escorting me to your house? I had to deal with your brother…is he a homosexual?" she asked like it was a asking the time or the weather

This made Finn shoot up from his bed. "What are you talking about, he has a girlfriend."

Rachel just shrugged and put a bundle of clothes she had in her arms in the top draw. "I'm just saying what I thought."

Finn gave her a look. "Well I would like if you didn't say every thought that just popped into your head."

Rachel raised an eyebrow and folded her arms. "Well fine then Finn, I'll be waiting downstairs. Meet me there when you're ready."

"Why?" Finn asked her, he was supposed to be the one who gave orders not her.

"Because your mother asked me to work in the gardens today and she said that you have to watch me." She spun back around. "Because you know I might escape with about fifty other guards standing around." And with that she walked outside his room and waited for him to get changed.

Finn groaned and rolled off his bed. Rachel would be the girl would give him a run for his money. He went into his closet and got dressed. "So much for having a day off." He grumbled. He walked out of his room a few minutes later and saw his mom talking to Rachel. She handed Rachel a basket and then walked off. Finn sighed and looked at Rachel. "Ready?" She nodded and they both went down the stairs.

It was a beautiful day outside, the air was crisp and it smelled of the fall. This was Finn's favorite type of day. They walked through the garden and Rachel looked for what she was meant to pick. Finn watched her carefully. She moved with so much confidence around the garden, it's like she was trying to prove something to him. "So what happened to your parents Rachel?"

Rachel didn't answer the question, she continued to pick the fresh vegetables and gave an audible sigh if she had to through one away. "Such a waste." She mumbled, her mind going back to the stick thin children. Maybe she could sneak one away….

"Rachel did you hear me, what happened to your parents?" Finn asked again

How many times was he going to ask this question? It was really annoying her right now. "Rachel I want an answer." He said a little more forcefully and then she looked up at him, the sparkle had vanished from her eyes.

"You wanna know what happened?" She asked as she placed the basket on the ground. "Fine I will tell you! Your soldiers made them dig their own graves and then they shot them both in the head and I was forced to watch the whole thing." She said, tears threatening to fill her determined eyes. But she wouldn't cry, not in front of him, she would never ever let one of them see her weak.

Finn's expression softened. "Why, where they sick or something?"

Rachel shook her head. "No Finn, they were killed because of their sexuality."

He gave her a confused look and she just took a deep breath. "They were gay Finn, but that didn't make them incapable parents. They were amazing and I would give anything and everything to have them back." Now the tears where coming and they were coming hard, she really never had the chance to talk about her dads. But she was surprised when she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her.

"I never liked seeing girls cry." He muttered into her hair. "And your dads were great people."

Rachel sniffed. "How do would know?"

"Cause they raised a pretty smart girl." Finn admitted, he wasn't sure what was going to happen next but he hoped that she wasn't going to slap him silly.

"Thank you Finn." She said as she stood back up. "I'm having a hard time understanding you…I mean you're kind to me but how do I know that it's not an act?"

Finn gave her a grin and then picked an apple. "Here give this to your friend; I know you're worried about her."

Rachel took the apple and examined it. "How did you…"

"I saw you when you came in, you were attached to a girl and I have been watching you when I'm on patrol." Finn explained, his cheeks turning red from embarrassment. "I mean we have pretty girls around here but there is something about you that…I don't know."

Rachel just smiled. "You've been watching me?"

"Not in a stalker way just well watching you, I mean the first time I ever actually met you was yesterday but…" Finn stopped before he got into a ramble.

"And you think I'm pretty?" Rachel asked in a soft voice

He gulped. "Uh…yes."

Rachel just blushed. "You're the first person beside my daddy to ever say that I'm pretty…Everyone else just says that I'm bossy, arrogant, snobby…but then they have to deal with Santana's fist." She finished with a grin.

Finn just laughed and moved closer to her, it didn't take a scientist to figure out what was going to happen. Rachel new but Finn wasn't too sure, he was pretty sure they were going to kiss and he was nervous as hell.

"Finn!"

They both jumped away from each other and Finn turned around and gave a low groan. "Hello Quinn."

Quinn Fabray was a girl who was determined to make Finn hers. She claimed that they would be the poster couple for the perfect couple of Germany; Finn was kind of scared of her. Quinn knew what she wanted and she wanted Finn but the only problem was, Finn didn't want her. Right now he wanted the girl that was standing behind him; he wanted the girl in the raddy old clothes.

"Finn, your mother told me that I could find you here." She said with a smile plastered on her face, she gave Rachel a look and Rachel made eye contact with her. Finn new that Rachel was not going to let her push her down. "Finn, what are you doing talking to this thing?"

Rachel opened her mouth to say something but Finn opened her mouth. "Well Quinn, it's kinda awkward to just stand there and watch someone work without talking. To me it is anyway, why what do you want?"

Quinn just smiled. "I thought you had the day off today so I made you a picnic." She walked a little closer to Finn. "Why don't you walk it back to it's dwelling and we can have some alone time."

Rachel could not believe her ears, was this girl actually talking like this, she once again opened her mouth to say something but was stopped by Finn…again. "Look Quinn," He grabbed her hand and Rachel felt a twinge of jealously surge through her body. "I have off tomorrow, meet me in the meadow at noon. I'll be there I swear." He said.

Quinn gave him a smile and then gave Rachel a death glare before turning on her heel and walking toward the house. Rachel rolled her eyes and continued her work, wanting to get it done as fast as possible, she needed to talk to Santana and Finn's apologizing was making her feel more and more confused.

The walk back to the camp was silent again, Rachel stopped in her tracks when they saw some builders building a new shower room. "God, I hope it's better than the other one , where so cramped in there…"

Finns eyes widened in horror. "Rachel," He grabbed her wrist. "Listen, don't you ever go into that building. If they offer you a shower in there run away and hide."

"Finn what are you talking about? It's just a…" Rachel began but Finn grabbed her shoulders

"Please Rachel, just trust me ok?" Finn begged and Rachel nodded. He let go of her and walked her to the gate, the guard let them in again and they walked over to the bunker and where attacked by little kids.

"Rachel, Rachel!"

A little girl, around the age of 4 came running toward her at lightning speed as did a whole group of kids. Finn looked at their small bodies, their bones poked out from their taught skin and then he compared them to Rachel and noticed that she was getting to the point where the children were at. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said with a curt nod and walked off, the children silently watched him walk away.

"Rachel, can you and Santana sing for us again?" a little boy asked and she nodded.

"Sure, let's go find Santana." Rachel said and they began to walk toward the mess hall, they looked in and out of the hall until Rachel heard a muffled sob. The young ones looked up at Rachel with horror in their once innocent eyes and Rachel hushed them and told them to stay there. Rachel made her way behind the mess hall and saw her best friend slumped against the wall and a man with floppy hair zipping himself up. He fixed his hair and smiled at Santana. "Keep this up Lopez and I might give you more rations. He put his hat on his head and strapped his gun back on. "And if you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you."

Rachel gasped when she saw him coming her way and turned the corner, leaning up against the door of the mess hall. The Nazi passed her and winked at her; he then stopped and turned around. "Didn't I see you with Finn earlier?"

Rachel nodded and his grin grew. "Well if he ever gets board of you, let me know." And with that he walked back to his post and Rachel dashed to her friend. She picked up Santana's clothes and dressed her, she was barely moving. "Santana, what happened?" She asked as she dried her tears and took the dirt off her face.

Santana just shuttered and let out a choked sob. "He rapped me Rachel…I-I was j-ju-just doing my ch-chores and he-he…" She gulped. "He told me I was his knew buddy."

"Oh God Santana." Rachel pulled her into a hug and Santana buried her face in her shoulder. "What was his name?"

"He didn't tell me his name, but I got a look at his last name." Santana confessed.

Rachel helped her up, taking her gaze away from the blood dripping down her legs. "What…" She cleared her throat. "What was it?"

"St. James, his last name was St. James." Santana said as she put her head on Rachel's shoulder. "Please Rachel, don't tell anyone about this."

"I won't, I swear." But she knew who she had to tell and it was the man who made her head tell her one thing and her heart tell her another, she had to let Finn know.