Disclaimer: I do not own the glee characters.
I also don't claim anything having to do with accuracy in this chapter. I am pretty sure some of this stuff is next to impossible. However I do hope you will forgive. Puck was just too compliant. He needed something to boost himself back to his rule-breaking bad boy status. That and the story is close to the end. There will probably only be one chapter after this and then our story will be over. So please forgive the lack of historical accuracy in this chapter alone. You have been warned.
Enjoy!
Blaine, Puck, and Kurt crept through the darkness and only when they had crossed the moat and hidden behind a clump of trees down the road from the camp without being shot at, did Blaine release the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
Kurt nodded at him and then the two boys glanced at Puck.
He was surveying the landscape and watching the road closely. "That way." Puck said, pointing down the road toward the town of Dachau.
"Why?" Kurt asked, a little weary about following Puck blindly.
"Because, that's the way we came here from, and that's the direction we need to go to get to the crossroads where my truck and Rachel's truck seperated. We need to find that other road and follow it." He said fiercely.
"You are sure you'll remember the road when you see it?" Blaine asked.
Puck hesitated for only a second before saying, "Yeah."
Blaine nodded, Puck had probably been picturing that night since it had happened. "All right. Dachau it is." Kurt looked as though he wanted to protest so Blaine took his hand and gave his head a slight shake. He didn't really mind following Puck, even if they got lost it didn't matter as long as they stuck together, didn't get caught, and kept themselves alive.
Kurt looked down at their hands and smiled inwardly, his mouth however not moving. It was still to hard to show outward emotion.
Puck started to head out onto the road but Blaine caught his arm and shook his head.
"Wha-" Puck began but Blaine said, "We should stay under cover as long as possible." He gestured to the trees and the clumps that lined the road. "At least until we get past Dachau, the town."
Puck looked like he was going to protest again, but then he shrugged and turned to face the next clump of trees.
They skittered from tree to tree, luckily they were plentiful alongside the road and they never had to go more than a few seconds without being hidden. They did this for about fifteen minutes before Puck stopped and held his arms out, motioning the other two to stop and listen. Blaine heard deep voices muttering quietly, just ahead near the town.
The three boys held deathly still until they realized the voices were not moving. They crouched and quietly crept forward hiding behind some bushes so they could see around a bend in the road.
There were two soldiers standing outside the town. They were conversing quietly and Blaine whispered in Puck's ear, "army checkpoint."
Puck nodded and looked the soldiers over. They looked the same as the ones who had taken over the camp so Puck assumed they were Americans. Puck motioned they should continue down the road and pass Dachau, hopefully the guards weren't paying attention.
Kurt nodded resigned to following Puck, at least to get away from the camp and this town. Blaine glanced nervously at the guards and shook his head, but knew it was futile. "We can't stay, we'll get caught if we wait until daylight." Puck said quietly. Then he turned and started a little further back from the road, headed towards a clump of trees.
"Did you hear that?" One of the guards asked, scanning the road.
"No but I saw something moving, over there." His companion said, pointing straight at Puck.
In the dark Puck crouched silently praying they wouldn't investigate and would think it was a cat or dog or something.
No such luck. The two guards were headed right for Puck, Kurt and Blaine watched in horror as they passed the two boys hiding spot and headed towards Puck, guns loaded and cocked, held at the ready.
As they got closer Puck could make out more of their features, which meant they could make out more of Puck. Their faces began to change from suspicion to a mixture of that and pity.
"Are you from Dachau?" One of the men asked in English, pointing in the direction of the camp.
Puck should his head, misinterpreting. "I do not want to go back." He said in German shaking his head.
The guards looked a little confused but then one turned to the other and said, "hold on. Watch him and I will be right back."
The guard nodded and pointed his gun at Puck saying one word in German. "Stay."
Puck nodded, looking a little scared, but trying to hide it behind a tough exterior.
The guard hurried away and Blaine and Kurt held deathly still, crouching beneath there clump of bushes.
The guard ran inside the city and was back in a few minutes with another soldier. They hurried out to where Puck was and the three soldiers spoke for a minute before the newest soldier looked sternly at Puck and said in German, "Are you from the camp?"
Puck nodded.
"Do you have permission to be out here? Be careful how you answer, I know the answer and if you tell me a lie they will shoot you immediately."
Puck opened his mouth, hesitated, and then closed his mouth and shook his head, frowning.
"Well then, tell me why I should let you go, and not escort you back to the camp? Have you been deloused, cleaned, interviewed?"
"Yes." Puck nodded. The soldier looked taken aback.
"You have."
"Ja." Puck said again, feeling a little impatient.
"So then, why are you leaving? They'll help you get anywhere you want to live, that's their job. The displaced persons team will negotiate with foreign embassies if you wish to move to another country. They can get you a place to live there and help you find a job."
"I am no interested in their help, or in moving."
The soldier remained silent, staring at Puck. Puck stared back, refusing to be cowed by this authority figure, feeling like his old self again. "Well then where are you going?" The soldier asked.
Puck almost didn't answer, but then something prompted him to answer truthfully. "I am headed to one of the satellite camps. My...sister, was taken there and I am going to find her. Our parent's asked me to take care of her."
The man nodded, and looked over Puck again. "How did you plan on accomplishing this?"
Puck stared back at him, a little confused. "I was going to find the camp, sneak in, and sneak her out." You could almost hear the, 'duh,' in his voice.
The guard looked him over again and said, "Wait here." He spoke to his colleagues who eyed Puck as though he were dangerous or crazy and waited for their translator to return.
When he came back he was carrying a package. "Here take these. Use them to get in to the camp. Which camp are you looking for?"
Puck didn't know the name but he described the place where the road forked.
"I believe I can give you directions to the camp." After telling Puck which way he believed the camp was in, the officer turned to his companions and gestured for them to follow him back to their post, explaining Puck's story as they went.
While the three mens back's were to them, walking away, Blaine, Puck, and Kurt hurried away down the road in the direction the soldier had pointed.
Once around a bend in the road, Kurt asked, "what's in there?" Pointing to Puck's package.
Puck opened it and looked in, balancing the items in one hand. "A uniform, from an American soldier, and a note."
"What does it say?" Blaine asked.
Puck shook his head. "Don't know. It's in English."
"He could be setting up a trap." Kurt said, suspiciously.
Blaine shook his head. "I don't think he is."
Puck looked between the two and shrugged. "Either way I'm going to use this stuff."
They hurried on through the night and found a copse of trees to hide in during the day so they could catch up on their sleep. The camp was at least another day's walk.
As the three boys neared the fence surrounding the factory-like building, Puck motioned for Blaine and Kurt to stop. "Wait over there. Don't get caught. I'll be out before dark at the latest."
Kurt looked about to protest but Blaine didn't mind waiting. He didn't want to have to break out again which was inevitable if they entered the camp in their prisoner garb. So he tugged on Kurt's hand and pulled him over towards some trees that cast their shadow in the rising sun.
They had been walking all through the night and now as the sun rose, Blaine coaxed Kurt down until his head was laying on Blaine's chest.
Puck crept along the road until he could see the soldiers clearly enough. He straightened up and stuck his hand in the pocket of the uniform he now had on, clutching the note. Walking up to the guards he tried to salute them the way he'd seen it done before and, without speaking, handed them the note.
Blaine had already advised him not to speak as much as possible. He didn't know English and his accent would give him away.
Luckily the guard read the note and simply gestured for Puck to follow him saying, "follow me."
Puck surveyed his surroundings before passing through the opening gate.
As the day went by, Blaine found it harder and harder to sleep. They were in the shade so it wasn't too hot or too bright. He was tired, after walking all night he actually felt exhausted. Maybe it was the closeness of the camp, he decided, that kept him from sleeping.
Kurt didn't have a problem, almost as soon as Puck had entered the camp, Kurt had fallen asleep, his head on Blaine's shoulder.
So Blaine watched the clouds and thought to himself how blue the sky was and how strange it was to finally see the sun again. The weather was warming up again, very, very slowly, but inevitably.
He thought to himself about Christmas and what Kurt had told him he wanted to accomplish. He though maybe once, Puck had Rachel they would need a plan. Where would they go? Was there anyone they knew who they could stay with? They'd all need to get jobs if they were going to find a place to live. He didn't know what Puck had planned for him and Rachel, but he and Kurt were going to need a plan.
As he lay there attempting to sleep, Kurt meant so much to him that he could no longer imagine his life without him. Any plan he made now included Kurt. He wrapped his arm around Kurt tighter and closed his eyes, feigning sleep at the very least.
The day passed slowly for Blaine but quickly for Kurt and soon the sun was going down. Then Blaine heard something emerging from the gates of the camp.
There was the rumble of an engine and Blaine sat up, disturbing Kurt's sleep, just in time to see Puck in an army jeep driving quickly away. There was another person in the jeep screaming and holding on for dear life. Puck screamed meet you down the road and Blaine was sure he was the only one who heard and understood him.
He heard the engine turn the corner and stop behind a wall of trees. Kurt was grumping trying to get a sense of where he was and Blaine helped him up. They moved from tree to tree until they could no longer see the gates and then they moved to the road and found Puck and the jeep he was driving.
"How did you-" Kurt began, but Puck just shook his head grinning wildly and said, "get in."
Blaine helped Kurt into the back and then hurried up beside him. Puck started the engine and said, "I signed out a jeep. I just don't think we should be around when they realize I wasn't authorized to sign one out."
The girl in the front seat turned around to examine the two boys in the back of the jeep and then opened her mouth widely and said, "Hello. My name is Rachel Barry." She reached her hand out to shake and Kurt took it saying. "I'm Kurt, Kurt Hummel."
"Blaine Anderson. Nice to finally meet you Rachel." He shook her hand and studied the girl. Her face was expressive in a way his hadn't been since he and his parent's had been taken from their home. She had short brown hair, that went down to about her cheek and sparkling brown eyes.
"Nice to meet you boys as well." She noticed Blaine holding Kurt's hand and smiled even wider. "Are you two involved?"
"Excuse me?" Kurt asked.
"I mean are you two a couple?" She pointed at their hands.
"Oh umm..." Kurt glanced at Blaine who smiled and gave Kurt's hand a squeeze. Then he shrugged and Rachel and said, "who knows. Labels are not a favorite of ours." He gestured to the star of David still on his shirt.
"Oh." Rachel said. "I only asked because my father's..." She trailed off and began to look a little depressed. This expression seemed to be more in tune with the girl who has lost her parent's. She was all skin and bones, as they all were. She turned back around and sat in the front seat, brooding.
"Hey, where are we going?" Puck shouted back, trying to change the topic.
Rachel chuckled a little. "You're the driver," she mumbled.
Kurt whispered to Blaine and Blaine leaned forward, tapping Puck on the shoulder and whispering in his ear, pointing East.
Puck nodded and at the next turn went left, heading out of Nazi Germany and into ally-occupied Germany. They drove until it was dark and then Kurt took over since he'd had the most sleep during the day.
By sunrise they had reached the border of Nazi Germany and true freedom. Puck woke up and acted all manly and tried to look more muscly than he actually was as they passed the guard station. The soldier stopped them and asked for identification.
Puck showed them the note the soldier had given him again, and the guard just stared at it, confused.
"What is this?" he said in fractured German.
Puck shrugged and said, "I can not read it. I am trying to find my family. They are on this side of the border."
The guard looked them over and then looked at the note. He must have decided they were not spies and were not a threat because he waved them on.
Kurt continued driving, giving every one a half smile. His eyes had a glassy far away appearance and he seemed to know where he was going.
Later on that afternoon, it began to rain. Kurt stopped the jeep and said, "We should carry on on foot. I don't want to get picked up because you stole a jeep." He glanced at Puck and then jumped out.
"Where are we going?" Rachel asked, a little worn out by the thought of walking.
"A small town, just down the road a ways. I know someone there." Kurt answered, taking Blaine's hand and walking down the road at a leisurely pace. As they got closer and closer to the town, Kurt started to speed up and then slow down at random times. He was jumpy and nervous and Blaine had to keep squeezing his hand reassuringly.
The rain thickened and came down faster as they got nearer and nearer to the town and Puck and Rachel kept throwing each other glances, wondering where they were headed.
They entered the town and Kurt headed unwaveringly to the center of the town where there was a park. He stood nearby a bench and stared across the street at a small house, who shared it's walls with two other houses on each side.
Puck and Rachel sat down on the bench under some trees that shielded them from the rain, and Kurt turned to them and said, "I need to take care of something really quick. Will you two wait out here for a minute. Then we can leave if you want. I'm not exactly sure how long this will take but I'll try to make it quick."
Blaine went to let go of Kurt's hand and let him do what he needed to do, but Kurt wasn't letting go. He told Puck and Rachel they'd be back and dragged Blaine across the street to the door of the house and knocking on the door said, "I can't do this alone."
Blaine nodded and held his breath as he waited for the door to open.
I know, such a mean place to leave off at but I'm going to update soon. I am soo sorry I took two weeks to update this. I seriously won't let it go that long again, my life has just been so hectic I have had 5 birthdays to celebrate in the last two weeks and one of them was mine.
So don't worry, I'll update this story again within one week, especially since I almost have the entire next chapter written. I just need to type it up and finish it off so look forward to the very last chapter. And thanks to everyone who has seen the story to this point. I hope to see you guys again next chapter.
Please review and let me know where you think they are at, and how you like/hate this story. Your thoughts basically, anything that comes to mind.
Again let me apologize for the atrocious inaccuracy, but please let me have a little artistic license. I hope you enjoyed Puck stealing a jeep.
Thankies so much,
OSK