Author's Note: Here you go.

Oswiecim, Poland November 2, 1941

Auschwitz II

"This is a sad day for all of us, and to none is it sadder than to me. Everything that I have worked for, everything that I have believed in during my public life, has crashed into ruins. There is only one thing left for me to do: That is, to devote what strength and powers I have to forwarding the victory of the cause for which we have to sacrifice so much... I trust I may live to see the day when Hitlerism has been destroyed and a liberated Europe has been re-established."-Neville Chamberlain

I sigh wearily as I rest my tired body into the barrack as I think back to the week I have spent in Auschwitz.

I smile as I think of the Nazi soldier Artie, he gives extra rations of bread to the kids who are weak.

There is another soldier, Mike I think his name is, he gives the prisoners proper bandages and medical attention.

Then there is Brittany, she seems like such a sweet girl which makes it hard for me to wrap my mind around her presence being in a place like this, she always gives the children sweets before they are sent to the barracks.

It is because of people like them that I still believe in the kindness of man's heart.

I also think it gives Sarah hope I can see just like Noah, may his soul rest in peace, that she is scared to dream.

Dream for a better tomorrow, dream for a better life but I think when she sees these guards act human she lets herself dream for another day, even if it is just for a moment.

I smile every time I see a flicker of light in her eyes, and I know daddy knew what he was talking about when he said obstacles proved how bright our inner lights can shine.

Every time I hear her laughter, or catch a glimpse of a smile I know I have to keep pushing us for another day I have to keep her safe so that she can have a life that is filled with nothing but beauty when we leave this place.

I smile as picture us walking out through those gates and I know it's a possibility, it just has to be.

I'm snapped out of my optimism pep talk when I hear Sarah groan, "Rach?"

"Yes?"

"Could you tone down the pep? I can hear your thoughts. I know we need it to survive and all but I need my beauty sleep, plus there isn't much to smile about these days."

"I know but a girl has gotta try right? I mean that is how I woke up everyday with a smile on my face and you want to know why? I smiled just because I could. You should try it sometimes, as attractive as scowling is, it wouldn't kill you to smile."

"In this place it just might, I mean Officer Fabray's glare could stop a man's heart."

I scoff and hold Sarah tight, "Don't you worry about Officer Fabray, just stay out of Hudson's sight you hear?"

I shudder as I think of the oaf. He looks dim witted alright, but underneath that dull exterior I just sense a sadistic monster.

I'm not sure why but something tells me he just takes too much pleasure in what he does.

"Yea, yea I know. Hey you want to play how Yiddish are you?"

I smile at the mention of the game. Noah had made up a game because growing up we heard so many Yiddish phrases we would always try to outdo one another, Sarah and I always play when we need a smile.

I think sometimes we do it just to keep traditions alive. "Ok how about you go first."

"Alright Fershtinkiner (stinker)".

"You're so kind. I have thought of a perfect one for you when you eat Fress (to eat like an animal)''.

I can hear huff and subtly pull away, "Hey! Now that was rude, so for that I am telling you to Gay Avek (get out of here)".

I smile and hold her close, "I know you don't mean that you Klutz (uncoordinated person)".

She yawns and mumbles sleepily, "Gay Shlafen (go to sleep)".

I smile and softly play with her hair, "Goodnight my Mishpocha".

I suddenly feel someone jerking my arm, waking me up suddenly when I hear a harsh whisper, "Don't you dare make a noise you dirty Jew or I will not hesitate to blow your brains out you hear?"

I nod mutely as I feel myself dragged out of the barracks.

No one wakes, or at least they pretend not to.

When we reach outside I finally try to see the face of my captor, when I look up to realize it is Hudson.

I feel the fear prickle my spine as he takes me into a building leading me up several flights of stairs.

I keep calm, because I know I need to make it back to Sarah.

When we finally reach a door I take in a gulp of breath, trying to sedate my nerves for the next course of action.

Hudson knocks waiting to be greeted and I can't help let a small gasp of shock be let out when I see Quinn Fabray standing in the door's frame.

Suddenly I am tossed into Quinn's torso when I hear Hudson say, "Happy Birthday Quinn. I brought you a present".

"What the fuck Hudson, is this some sort of idea of a joke?"

"No, but you wanted her in your line, so I figured you might of wanted her for something. But hey if you don't want her I will be more than happy to take her off your hands".

My skin crawls at his implications. I instantly feel Quinn's arms around me as if she is trying to shield me from his leering gaze. "No that's fine it was just unexpected is all, plus you know I don't share".

"Fine be a prude. Happy Birthday''.

I feel Quinn pull me close and I can't help but breathe in her scent, a soft smile stretches on my face as I realize that she still smells the same even after seven years. "Thanks", I feel Quinn pull me inside and close her door.

"Sorry about that, I guess I'll keep you here for a while so you can be safe. Not that I care about your safety or anything I just am too lazy to walk you back to the barracks is all. You can sit on my bed if you want."

She pulls away instantly and leaves me to study my surroundings.

She has a mirror set up in a corner, a dresser, a small desk and a small bed on the right side wall.

No decorations.

No photos.

Nothing.

I can't help but think that it is all a bit impersonal and does not seem like Quinn at all.

I sigh and decide to reside on the bed and lay down. I study Quinn from my view point and see her sitting at the desk fidgeting with her hands.

She refuses to look up at me.

I sigh, "So are you going to tell me what I am doing here? Because as fun as you Nazi guards are, I would really like to sleep. As you know a proper night's sleep is important not to only one's development but to one's mental health. In all fairness I need to use every resource I have, mainly my mind and body to survive a place like this".

I see the tiniest of smiles quirk up before she replaces it with a scowl. "Fi…I mean Hudson may have gotten the impression that I saved you, in order to use you".

I cannot help but quirk an eyebrow and look at her, "What ever should you possibly use me for? It could not be for a conversation since you can barely look at me let alone speak to me."

"I made him think I was going to sleep with you",

I cannot help the gasp and blush that appear when she makes the statement, "I'm not, I wouldn't lower myself to your standards. I just needed to justify me saving you and that girl is all.''

"Sarah."

"What?''

"The girl, as you so kindly put it, her name is Sarah."

"Fine whatever, it doesn't matter what her name is, she is just a Jew. I had to give him a reason otherwise I would have never seen you again. I couldn't have that".

I can't help but grit my teeth at her abasing tone but sit up and ask, "Why could you not handle me disappearing?".

She scoffs and rubs the toe of her shoe across the wooden floor. "I'm not sure. Morbid obsession?"

"Oh."

She sighs and looks up, "It doesn't mean anything ok? It was a lapse of judgment on my part and won't happen again."

"Ok if you say so, I mean if I saved someone from impending doom I would think it means something. I mean but that's just me and I hear that I am a bit odd from time to time."

I see her smile a little, "Well you are odd. Are all you Jews this talkative?"

"Nope just me."

She rolls her eyes as I grin cheekily, "Of course. You need to sleep. You're giving me a headache and you have an early morning tomorrow".

I roll my eyes petulantly and lay down, "Fine. Goodnight Officer Fabray."

She waves her hand dismissively and turns her back to me, "Goodnight Jew".

I sigh and lay down.

Even though Quinn barely acknowledges my presence, and has the blood of innocent people on her hands I cannot but help but be happy to be around her again.

I frown at our predicament, and my feelings.

I truly am odd.

I close my eyes and try to dream us up a different reality.