Authors Note: Alright this is my favorite character on Glee. This also explains what happened to Tina. I apologize for the long wait on this one. I have to be in a dark mood for me to write this story and it just so happens that I'm in a dark mood. So here we go. I don't own glee. Brittany and Santana are the main characters but like I said in my first authors note this is also about each person in glee.

The quote from the old lady in this chapter is a real quote spoken by my great grandma seconds before she died. I put it in the story because it is one of the defining moments in my life when it seemed possible that there is something better after this. Please don't take it as my way of pushing God on to anyone. I'm simply writing what I know, and given the situation I, Me, Myself, would turn to God.

I am a guy. This means that I have very little knowledge of lesbian relationships and while I have watched enough of "those kind of movies" I have no idea what goes on so please forgive me if you're a lesbian and I am WAY off on the Santtiany interaction. Thank you. Please Review.

Chapter 11

What could have been?

Finn Hudson lay in his bed looking up at the ceiling. He really wasn't thinking about anything, but his mind was racing. He had gotten kind of use to that. He was still trying to pull off the all American Boy routine, but only because that seemed to catch the fancy of quite a few Russian officers. It was mostly the women and a few men. He didn't mind that so much. The first time he thought it was going to be totally disgusting, but it wasn't. He got into it sometimes if the guy was cool enough. If they guy wasn't cool enough he had figure out ways to get it to end quickly.

The women, even if they weren't attractive he could always find something that he desired in them. So he never had any "performance issues," as Mercedes would joke about from time to time. Unlike the other he didn't really have a regular. In fact He and Puck were most of the time behind the bar serving the drinks. Some times they would get up and sing for the officers, but they didn't have to show case themselves like that. They got most of there interaction from the bar. He was always told he had a nice smile, or that he was tall.

The only thing that Finn really hated about the situation was The Owner of the club. He had taken a liking to Finn and while it wasn't entirely sexual, it was more then friendship. He always thought it was funny the way it worked out. How God had a plan for all of them. He had started to believe in God two days before the owner showed up. He figured it was because he didn't have anything else to believe in at that point.

The camp he was in, well, it was one of the worst. He had learned a lot of things there and none of them were good though some of them came in handy now. He remembered when he carried the body of child, no more then seven years old to the incinerator. She was dirty, and her hair was matted. He wasn't sure if she was blond, or brunette, but when he picked her up, the way he did it, it made her head fall on his shoulder and to him, it felt like she had curled up next to him and fallen asleep.

Her name was Riley and she hadn't died because she was being abused by the Chinese. In fact they used the children for light duty but they were never beaten, or under fed. They were just used to clean up stuff. They got to play in green grass and were sent to school. Riley was very good at speaking Chinese and the Chinese seemed to like her. She was sweet, and despite what was going on around her always smiled when she saw Finn. She had a crush on him, because she told him. When she died though, the Chinese threw her in the pit with all the other bodies of the workers who had passed on do to the cruelty of the camp. She was one of many children that died that week.

They had gotten sick, some kind of virus and the Chinese didn't take care of them. Most of them died crying for their mothers, or in there sleep with the fever made them pass out. That's when Finn started to believe in the idea God.

He carried each child in his arms. He never once put them on the wagon like they were supposed too. He carried them, because he wanted them to see from Heaven that some one loved them, and that that they were in a better place. He would pull the hair from their eyes, he would kiss their foreheads and whisper a simple good bye.

That's why God had sent what the Chinese called the "Childs Plague" to the camp. So he could take them away from the pain that they were going to receive at some point. Even then the notion seemed UN believable.

Then when he didn't think he could take the stench of death anymore, when throwing corpses on to the wagon got too much, he did the un thinkable. He went to the overseer and asked him if he could be moved to the hospital for a couple of days. Only a couple that's all he wanted. He just needed to see that some where in the world there was still good and the hospital was the place, the only place in the camp that would show him that. The overseer granted it. It was in that hospital that he found his true faith in God.

He stood near an older woman who had been beaten. The doctors ignored her and when he went to take away her sheets she smiled at him. Missing teeth, bruised and ugly, but in her eyes there was a sparkle that caught his attention. She spoke to him clearly and with so much happiness that he started to cry.

"They've come for me. The angles, they've come for me and they're singing. Can you hear them? Oh it's so beautiful." Then she was gone.

He fell to his knees at her bedside and prayed. For that one simple action he received a broken wrist, ankle and fourteen lashings with those soft clubs. He asked to be taken away from that place that day. His prayer was for death but none the less, the prayer had been answered and no matter what he had to do, it was still better then carrying children to be burned from neglect.

While deep in his thoughts, a blood curetting scream tore him away from the thoughts of God and a happier place. He launched himself from the bed and ran out in to the hall where he met the others who were responding to the clearly scared scream. Had one of the officers broken in to their small apartment building? He didn't know, but when the screams continued to come he didn't care.

He threw open the door to the apartment that belonged to Tina and froze in his tracks. His mouth fell open and at some point he could feel the bile in the back of his throat burning. Quinn let out a similar scream as Santana's.

Tina stood there, her long jet black hair still wet as if she had just gotten out of the shower, but her skin… Her skin was red and blistered. The blisters ugly, and the some the size of CD's covered her entire naked body. She stood motionless crying. Finn looked her up and down. Every inch of her was burned. The top of her feet to the most sensitive area's of her body was burned. She was shaking and to Finn it was a flash back to a darker time in his life.

Tina stood sobbing trying not to move because every time she did a blister would rupture and she would scream out in pain. Finn didn't even see the Russian soldiers rush in. All he saw was the little girl who had a crush on him burning alive.