Thank you for the reviews! I really am falling in love with this story, and I hope you are too. I really hope I am getting my facts right... I'm doing plenty of research for this story. Also, next chapter will reveal more of Rachel's personality, because I know that right now it doesn't seem like it relates to glee very much, but I promise it will in the future. Also, get ready for some Finn, Noah, and Quinn! :)

It was a warm, July evening and Rachel and Hanna had just gotten back from the Kommandant's house. Today had been the same as any other day. It had been three weeks of cleaning, day after day. She hoisted herself up onto their bunk, then pulled Hanna up after. There they sat, eating their dinner slowly and in silence, waiting for Rachel's mother to return from her day of labor.

The food in the camps had slimmed Rachel down severely already. She was quite used to eating hearty meals, three times a day at her home. Now, she was lucky to get what she got twice daily. She had noticed her hands were a slight bit thinner, and her legs had gotten smaller as well. She didn't mind so much about herself. It was Hanna she was worried about. Six year olds were supposed to be healthy and plump, but Hanna was skinny and pale.

Rachel usually gave Hanna her own ration of bread, because Hanna needed it more. Sharing was in her nature. She could not let a child go hungry in front of her eyes, so she did without.

Once Hanna finished her food, she grabbed her dirty little stuffed bear and laid down on the bunk, sucking her thumb gently. Rachel leaned against the brick wall at the back of their bunk and sighed, singing a quiet lullaby to Hanna, as she often did.

(Durme Durme, Sephardic Lullaby. Some words may seem Spanish, but this language is Judaeo-Spanish)

"Durme, Durme

Itziko de Madre

Durme, Durme

Sin Ansia y Dolor

Durme Durme

Sin Ansia y Dolor

Sienti Yoya

Palavrikas de tu Padre

Las Palavras

de Shema Yisroel

Las Palavras

de Shema Yisroel

Durme Durme

Itziko de Madre

con Hermosura

de Shema Yisroel

con Hermosura

de Shema Yisroel"

She sighed and rubbed the small girl's back. She sang this lullaby to her every night. It was the same one Hanna's own mother had sung her nightly before she was killed.

Hanna was fast asleep now. She looked so peaceful there, on the bed of thin straw and wood. Rachel closed her own eyes and hummed quietly until she was near sleep herself.

Then, without warning, a loud bang startled her awake once more.

"Achtung!" yelled an SS Officer. He paced around the room, glaring at everyone in the bunks. "Children! Any children in this barrack? All children will come with me for required medical purposes."

Rachel frowned slightly at the man. She had seen him around the camp before. He had dark hair and dark eyebrows. His face looked friendly, but she knew he was not. She had heard the stories about him. Josef Mengele was his name. He was one of several camp doctors, but his area of expertise, or interest rather, was children. She wanted Hanna nowhere near this man, but she feared if she did not wake the little girl, that they would both suffer consequences.

And so she shook Hanna gently. Her heart was hurting already. But perhaps he was actually just doing what he said? Medical purposes? Perhaps they were trying to heal the children?

Hanna stirred and sat up, rubbing her eyes gently.

"H-Hanna...You must go with the doctor for a check up. You must go now." Rachel told her, frowning slightly. She didn't want to send Hanna at all.

"Can't you go with me? I don't want to go by myself. I'm scared."

"I can't." she replied sadly. Oh how she wished she could. "I wish I could. But you must hurry. The doctor is only doing check ups, he said. You will be alright."

"Sich sputen! Make haste, we haven't got the time for you pigs to be slow!" barked the young doctor. He had a frown on his face, but when he saw several young children, including Hanna, he smiled once again. "Now, we shall go."

And with that, they were gone.

Rachel felt sick just thinking about it. Hanna. Alone. Hanna alone with that man. She'd heard stories. She'd seen things. You cannot live this close to a maniacal doctor without seeing and knowing things.

She laid her head back against the brick, feeling like part of her had been ripped away, and cried. It was the first time she'd allowed herself to cry since she'd gotten to the camp. Up until now, things hadn't been too terrible. But this was the point of no return. She felt, in her heart, that things would only degrade from here. How quickly, she did not know, but now she knew she was only praying for the safety of Hanna.

Her mother returned late that evening, exhausted and weak. Rachel could see her deterioration even more-so than in herself. Her poor mother. The woman who had nurtured her from the very beginning, now being worked so hard, harder than anyone should ever have to work.

And for what? A meager slice of bread and ration of soup.

She explained to her mother what had happened, and they both cried together, longing for Hanna. The six year old had become the center of their world. She was the sun to them, the brightness pulling them out of the dark every morning.

Rachel didn't sleep that night. She stayed awake, listening to the sound of hundreds of bodies breathing. It was nearly silent. She listened as the wind blew outside the barrack. Oh how she longed to be out there, in the fresh air, the cool wind sweeping casually around her exhausted figure.

She had no dreams. She never had dreams anymore. Her nights were filled with sleep, or no sleep. Nothing in between. She was too tired for dreams. Or perhaps she was too sad. Had the Nazis taken that ability away from her as well? The ability to dream of a place far away from here?

She dreamed awake. Rachel dreamed of a world where she could be free of tyranny. She would marry Finn and sing all day. She'd be treated equal. Perhaps that could happen someday? If she survived this hell, she'd make it happen.

Rachel sighed, and a little while later, she glanced out the dirty glass panes of the window to see the pale blue sky gradually gaining some light. That meant morning, which meant roll call.

The barracks became alive with voices and movement at the sound of the horn for roll call.

After nearly an hour standing in the chilly morning air, Rachel and her mother had breakfast. The poor excuse for nutrition. But she downed it anyhow, not caring that it wasn't even enough to scrape by.

She was alone as she trudged along to the Kommandant's house. The landscaper, Josef, had not shown up to work. She wondered for a second, then put her mind off of that. She didn't want to think about where he might be.

Rachel sighed as she entered the house and got to work, scrubbing the wooden floors carefully. After the floors came every window in the house, including upstairs.

She slowly walked up the dark cherry wood stairs, admiring the pictures in the frames hanging along the walls. Each room of the second floor was just as wonderfully beautiful as the last. The children had toys galore. Warm beds. Books. Music. Everything Hanna did not have. She scrubbed their windows clean of fingerprints. It was insane how these children lived so luxuriously while less than a kilometer away, children of the same age were suffering.

But Rachel was not angry at the children. It wasn't their fault.

She finished the windows, quite proud of herself, when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around to see Anna, and smiled a little.

"Oh, hi there Rachel." Anna said, grabbing an apple from the kitchen counter. "Where's Hanna?"

"Hanna's...with the doctor today. She's getting a checkup." Rachel looked down at her feet, her dirty shoes.

"What sort of checkup? She's sick? God, she's probably brought those germs here to me. Who knows what I'll catch."

"No, she isn't sick. Just needed a checkup is all." Rachel looked back up at Anna. "I should really get back to cleaning. It's almost time for me to leave, anyhow."

"Fine then. I've got things I should be doing as well. It was nice talking to you, Rachel. Goodbye now." she said, scurrying off up the stairs.

Rachel got back to work, hoping that by the time she finished and returned to camp, Hanna would be safe in the barrack waiting for her.

So she mopped the kitchen, did the dishes, dusted the whole house, and finally she had finished for the day. Rachel walked back to the camp quickly, skipping dinner to run into the barracks and see if Hanna was there. Of course, she wasn't.

Reluctantly, Rachel received her dinner. Though it didn't feel right to eat without Hanna. She missed the little girl dearly. Who knows what that man had done to her? She'd been in there nearly a day, and Rachel hated it.

Once she was through with her food, she retreated to the barracks, laying down on the bed of straw for a while. She needed to clear her head, but that was quite hard to do here. There was an awful lot of time to simply think. That could drive a person insane, she thought.

She resorted to thinking about Finn. What was he doing at the moment? Was he thinking of her? Perhaps. But he probably wasn't. Rachel was sure she wasn't number one on his priority list. She was just some stupid girl he'd written. Surely he had another girl, one he liked more and intended to marry. She felt sad about this. When she was sixteen, Rachel had decided that she loved Finn. She wanted to marry him. Their constant letter mailing had her falling deeply in love with this boy, and she'd never even met him in person. It was strange, really, but true.

After a long while of laying there, thinking of Finn, Rachel felt the bunk move. And in climbed Hanna. Rachel shot upright, taking Hanna into her arms tightly.

"Oh, I missed you. Hanna, I missed you so much. Are you alright?" she asked, pulling out of the hug for a second to inspect the child. She appeared to be alright, except for one thing. Her eye was slightly red.

"I'm okay. B-But I got sent back here."

"Why? What happened to your eye, Hanna? What did he do to you?"

"L-Last night when I left here, he took us to the medical block. We were all allowed inside and he gave us food and candy and each of us got a bed to sleep in. It was so nice at first, Rachel. B-But then, he took us back to his medical room, one by one. I heard him say to his assistant that he was trying to change our eye colors by giving us shots. That made me scared, Rachel. But he tied us down.. He did it to everyone, and did more things to other children. I only got the one shot, and that's why my eye is red."

She opened her eye a little more, and Rachel's eyes widened at the sight of her eye. It was discolored and odd-looking. Beneath her eye was a bruise from the several shots she'd received. Rachel could tell she had been in pain. She only wished she could kill the man who had done this to her.

"I cannot see well out of this eye any longer. It doesn't work well." She told Rachel, frowning and pointing to her injured eye.

"Hanna, you're safe now, okay? You're alright." She said, hugging the girl close to her body. "I won't let anyone hurt you anymore. I promise."

And so they laid like that for the night. And for the second night in a row, Rachel didn't sleep at all. She stayed awake and watched Hanna sleep, determined to protect the girl.

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