Warnings: Violence, Racial slurs, Cursing, Concentration camp depictions.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

This story is unbeta'd and my first language isn't English.

Chapter 3

It hadn't been easy for the Fabray family, or their new helpers, to adjust to the new situation they all suddenly found themselves in. However after two weeks it finally seemed like most of them were getting used to the situation, well everyone except Russell and Santana. For some reason it seemed as both of them despised the other one equally much and neither of them waned to back down to insure the house peace. The unavoidable result of this was the main reason why Lucy, for the third time in only two weeks, found herself standing stiff as a board desperately trying to hide her emotions, while being forced to witness her father beating Santana with his cane in an attempt at teaching her a lesson for what he called "Behaving like an animal."

The first time her father had decided to beat some sense into Santana, it had only been because of her whispering something under her breath, behind Russell's back, in a language Lucy had never heard before. Even though it had sounded like what she was muttering wasn't supposed to be anything pretty, Lucy still couldn't help but think that it sounded like music in her ears. Her father had strongly disagreed. He had immediately started beating Santana to teach her to never ever speak that garbage in his house ever again. He had forced Lucy to watch, because she was apparently the one responsible for this animal and her behavior. Lucy couldn't remember her father ever informing her about that.

Lucy was really struggling to keep the tears at bay, like she had barely managed to do the first time it happened, while listening to Santana's pained cries. She desperately wanted to stop her father from hurting the other girl, but she knew that if she tried to Russell would punish Santana even harder. That wouldn't even be the worst consequence, no it would be the fact that her father would finally realize how much she really cared for Santana's well-being. She knew that if he ever found out that his daughter actually cared for one of those things, than Santana was most likely as good as dead. Still it wasn't like Lucy wanted this to happen, she had actually tried to talk to Santana, on more than one occasion, to try to get her to behave in front of her father, but every time she had tried to approached Santana, she had stubbornly refused to listen to anything she had to say.

So in pure desperation, after the first beating occurred, Lucy had ended up talking to Mrs. Lopez instead, begging her to convince her daughter that she had to be careful when she was around her father. Thankfully it looked like her warnings had worked. Santana had been on her best behavior, or more correctly nothing happened because Santana hadn't opened her mouth again, which seemed to please Russell immensely, but sadly the fragile peace had abruptly ended when Santana had unluckily, or on purpose, (Lucy didn't know for sure) dumped a hot cup of coffee in her father's lap one evening. Of course it had ended in a severe beating, which had bedridden Santana for almost a week and caused Lucy to cry herself to sleep for just as long. The worst part of it all was her father's threat afterward. He had ended up telling Lucy, in front of Santana, that if she couldn't make her monkey behave than he would be forced to send It back to the camp. Lucy had felt her heart sink to the bottom of her stomach, when she saw how Santana's bloodshot eyes had suddenly lighted up because of her fathers words. Lucy instinctively knew that this was going to end badly. She had been right. The second Santana had been able to return back to work, she had tried to do anything in her power to get Lucy's father to send her back to the concentration camp. Luckily for her, Lucy had been able to prevent most of it from happening, or she had managed to take the blame for the things that she hadn't stopped in time. Once again Lucy had seen no other solution than to sneak down to the servant quarters to beg Mrs. Lopez to talk some sense into her daughter, since Santana was still refusing to listen to anything she had to say, but this time nothing helped.

That was how Lucy had ended up being an unwilling witness in yet another situation, where her father was punishing Santana for disobeying him. This time however it seemed to Lucy that Russell had finally had enough, judging by how angry he was and how hard he was hitting Santana. He had already given her two hard slap across her face and was about to give her another, before he most likely would get his cane out. However Lucy suddenly felt like she needed to intervene. She had a feeling that if this beating continued, Russell probably wouldn't stop before Santana lay dead on the floor, then there would be no need for anyone to bring her back to the camp.

"Daddy!" Russell stopped midway through his third punch and looked back at Lucy with irritation written all over his face, he clearly hated being interrupted in his beating of this disgusting animal.

"Lucy this is not the time! Don't you see that I need to beat some common sense into this Thing?" Lucy quickly agreed with him.

"Yes you're right It didn't listen to you, but like you said this Thing's behavior is my responsibility. So instead of destroying my engagement gift, once again, why can't I try to make It behave? If I can't make It, then I will gladly let you send It back to where It clearly belong, without even complaining about it." Lucy could see that her father liked what he heard.

Russell had indeed threatened to send that Thing back, but so far he hadn't dared to do that since he truly hated to disappoint his daughter. However the fact that Lucy was now unexpectedly willing to agree to his wish, about sending this animal back if it failed again, really excited him. He actually couldn't wait for his daughters attempt to fail, so he could finally get ride of this filth that had invaded his house. So he immediately smiled at his daughter and stepped away from the now bleeding mutt in front of him.

"I agree to your terms princess, but it's your responsibility to make It behave. If you fail, I will hear no complaints when I send It back. I will no longer tolerate this filth tarnishing my perfect house!" He quickly pointed in disgust at the animals bleeding nose. "If I see just one drop of that hit any of my pristine carpets, it's over!"

Lucy hurried to grab a hold of her own handkerchief and almost jammed it up Santana's, hopefully not broken, nose. She had clearly seen a devious idea light up in Santana's eyes and Lucy knew that she needed to stop it before it was too late. She could just imagine what Santana was about to do with that blood, especially after her father had told her not to. Russell scrunched his nose in repulsion, because of his daughter using her own handkerchief to stop the blood.

"Make sure to burn that afterward! Who knows what diseases that Thing has."

Lucy made sure to elbow Santana in the ribs to prevent her from saying something back to Russell, which would surely set him off again. Luckily it seemed to knock the wind out of her, but Santana still managed to send Lucy a glare that would have killed her if it had been possible.

"Yes father of course I will."

When Russell finally turned around and headed for his home office. Lucy quickly grabbed a hold off one of Santana's arms and dragged her up the stairs to her own room. She knew that she needed to have a private talk with Santana, before she ended up doing something to her father that not even she could make him forget. This time however she was so determined to get Santana to listen, that she wouldn't take no for an answer anymore. She made sure to not let go of Santana before they were both safely behind her bedroom door. Lucy knew that no one would disturb them there, since her room was located on the other side of the mansion and as far away from her parents room as it was possible to get. Which she was suddenly really grateful for, when she finally turned around and started yelling at Santana.

"What is your problem!? Do you really hate being in our house so much that you're willing to risk your own life by defying my father!? Why do you think it's so much better for you to go back to that place I saved you from?! Why can't you just accept that you have to stay here?! Why can't you just behave?!"

It didn't seem like Santana was paying her any attention. She was staring intently at the carpet, while angrily muttering under her breath, in what Lucy now knew was Spanish thanks to Mrs. Lopez informing her about it after the second time she had snuck down to the servant quarters. All Lucy wanted to do was to check up on how Santana was doing, after the beatings her father had put her through, but somehow she ended up having a really pleasant conversation with Mrs. Lopez about her family. Lucy sighed impatiently.

"I don't understand a thing of what you're saying, but by the tone of it I'm pretty sure it's not anything nice." To her surprise Santana suddenly looked up at her and spoke.

"Really princess, you don't say?" She rolled her eyes to emphasize how stupid she thought Lucy was. However Lucy didn't take the bait.

"So you can speak? You're not mute? What a surprise!" Santana scoffed in anger.

"Fuck you princess! I can speak your fucking language as good as you. I was even fucking born in this fucked up country! I've lived here my whole life, so technically I'm as much of a German as you are! The only difference between us is that I have darker skin than you, nothing else! My dad was the best paid engineer in Berlin, before this fucking war started up. Everyone respected our family name back then, but now just because we have a different skin color we're suddenly not worth a shit anymore!" Santana was getting more and more agitated by the second, she glared at Lucy with hate shooting out of her eyes.

"Tell me princess do you have any idea how it feels to be ripped out of your own bed in the middle of the night, just to be transported to a train station, where you get stuffed into tiny cattle carts with a bunch of other people you don't even know, desperately wondering if the rest of your family is okay!? Do yo!? Do you know how it feels to be stuck inside a place where you can't even move a finger, because there's so many people beside you that it's almost impossible to breathe because there's no windows!? Do you have any idea how it felt inside those carts when the sun hits them!? Do you have any idea how it feels to be cooked alive!? How horrible it is to see and hear people around you dying because of the heat and lack of water!? And the smell! Do you have any idea how horrible dead people smell!? Do you have any idea how it feels to not be able to escape the scorching heat and the smell of death!? Do you!? Do you?!" Santana was breathing rapidly and Lucy involuntary took a step back in fear of the hateful stare Santana was giving her.

"It was a fucking miracle that I survived at all! All I could think about was that I wanted to see my family again. Guess what? I got to see them again, for like a second or two before those Nazi scumbags separated me and my mom from my father and my brothers, but at least I still had my mom and as long as I had her I knew everything would be alright. But then you-" Santana suddenly pointed an accusing and violently shaking finger at Lucy.

"Miss high and all mighty suddenly decided that you wanted me to wait on you hand and foot, don't fucking caring if it meant ripping me away from the last family member I had left. You fucking tried to take me away from my mother arms! So excuse me for not bending down to kiss your father's feet, or your fucking white ass for "saving" me! The truth is that you're no better than me just because you're white!"

Lucy quietly mumble out "No, I'm not better than you." but Santana didn't hear anything she said, still caught up in her own tirade.

"Just go on, nark me out to your fucked up dad! Tell him that I said that you're no better than me! Tell him that, then maybe he will send me and my mom back to that place, so I can finally find my dad and my brothers again. Do you have any idea how much my mother has cried because she misses them so much!? So please do me a favor and go tell that asshole that I said that the Fabray's are no better than animals! Tell him that his princess is no better than a monkey!" At this point Lucy was feed up and screamed out to drown Santana out.

"I'm not better than you!" Santana was just about to start another rant, but when Lucy yelled at her she quickly shut her mouth and looked at her in bewilderment.

"What?" Lucy suddenly looked like a fire-breathing dragon and spite out.

"I said: I'm not better than you! If you would have just listened to me in the first place instead of ignoring me, you would have known that I don't think that I'm better than you just because I have a different skin color than you, but no I was obviously the bad guy so you wouldn't listen to a word I had to say." Lucy was breathing hard and her eyes looked like they were shooting fire at Santana.

"I didn't want you to die! Do you understand that!? Do you!?" Apparently Santana didn't, she just looked back at her with big confused eyes. Lucy drew a deep breath and exhaled violently. She rubbed her eyes in frustration, before she looked back at Santana and sighed in defeat. She knew that she had to finally tell her the truth, but it didn't make it easier.

"I have to tell you something." Lucy quickly motioned for the other girl to take a seat on her bed, but Santana stubbornly refused. Lucy chose not to argue with her and took a seat herself, before she finally told Santana the truth about the concentration camp.

Without even trying to sugarcoat it, Lucy quickly told Santana what exactly would have happened to her and her mom if they had ended up stepped into that "shower" that day. She told her everything that would have happened to them and their bodies, if she hadn't ended up rescuing them.

The whole time she was telling Santana about all the horrible things that would have happened to them inside the concentration camp that day, the girl in front of her had a shocked expression on her face. At the end of Lucy's story, tears had started falling down her cheeks and Santana's voice quivered when she was finally able to ask "But - but my dad and my brothers are they-?" She couldn't get herself to say the words, they ended up dying before they could even reach the tip of her tongue, but Lucy understood.

"Sam told me that they need the men for labor, only the old and the young once gets killed if you're a man. How old were your brothers?" Santana tried to swallow the lump in her throat to answer.

"Older than me."

"And your father, was he strong?"

"Yes."

"Then most likely they are all still alive."

Santana scoffed. It suddenly irritated her how matter of factually Lucy was handling this. She quickly stood up from the floor, where she had sunk down to when Lucy had started telling her this horror story, and walked towards Lucy's bedroom window to look out. From where the Fabray mansion was situated, on the top of a large hill where everyone in town could see their house, Santana had a good view of the concentration camp further down the valley. When she saw the black smoke slowly raising from the camp's crematory, that Lucy had just told her about. She quietly mumbled out, mostly to herself "Yeah but for how long?" Santana knew that Lucy must have heard, but she didn't answer. After a while Santana finally heard a soft "Santana." which she at first refused to turn around to acknowledge, but after the second pleading "Santana." she finally did and looked at a distraught looking Lucy.

"I barely got you and your mom out alive, if I could have I would have saved your whole family, but I really can't. My father would never agree to it, I'm so, so sorry Santana. I really am."

Santana quickly wiped the tears that had fallen, while she had been looking down on that fucked up place that the rest of her family was trapped in. She obviously knew that Lucy was telling the truth, because of how her psycho father had reacted to her and her mothers presence in the house, but it still hurt that she couldn't save her dad or her brothers. She slowly took a seat beside Lucy, immediately feeling some kind of satisfaction coursing through her body because of the fact that Russell probably would have strangled her for doing so.

"I know." She glanced at Lucy, but quickly averted her eyes away from the girl beside her. Instead she ended up looking at her own fiddling hands.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful that you saved us, but this is a lot to take in. I just need some time to think." They both sat there in silence for a while, before she spoke up again. Lucy could see that Santana's whole body sagged down in sorrow.

"I have to tell my mom. I have no idea how she'll be able to handle this." Santana was now staring at the window with an empty look in her eyes.

"We heard of these camps before we were taken, hard not to with all the rumors floating around, but everyone always said that they were only work camps, I had no idea how fucked up it really was. Maybe that was the reason my dad tried to get us out of the country before the war started, but when those assholes found out about it they quickly confiscated all our papers so we couldn't leave. They even stripped me of my German citizenship, it didn't matter that I was born here. Still nothing more happened to us back then, but we all knew that the reason we couldn't leave was only because they needed dad, he was after all one of the most talented engineers they had." Santana looked down at her hands again.

"I wonder if my parents knew about this? Maybe that's the reason why my mom has tried to make me behave from the second we stepped into this house? Now I finally understand why." Santana shook her head, before suddenly standing up and heading towards Lucy's bedroom door.

"I have to go see my mom." She was just about to step outside when Lucy's voice stopped her and made her reluctantly turn around again.

"Santana! Please promise me that you won't deliberately try to irritate my father anymore, I don't want him to send you back there." Lucy was begging Santana to finally listen to some reason, because now they both knew that if Russell chose to send her back, she was as good as dead. Lucy just hoped Santana understood that too. Even though it looked like Santana wanted to protest, she finally whispered out a defeated "I promise." Then she was gone and Lucy was sitting all alone in her bedroom, hoping against all odds that Santana was actually telling the truth.

Later that day when her father finally came out of his office to eat dinner, it seemed like he was in a really bad mood. Lucy hadn't seen Santana after their earlier conversation, so she had no idea how her talk with her mother had gone. When the two of them came in together with Smith to serve dinner, Lucy noticed that Santana must have cried recently, because of her red and swollen eyes, unluckily so did her father.

"So the little monkey have been crying I see, could it be because you don't like it here? What do you say, should I send you back to where you came from? Back to where the rest of your Ape family is."

Lucy bit her lip in fear that Santana would take the bait her father was putting out, so he would finally get an excuse to send her back to the camp, but apparently Santana hadn't been lying when she promised her that she wouldn't try to irritate her father again. Instead Santana calmly answered Russel back.

"Yes Sir I have, but only because I deserved it. Ms. Fabray finally decided to show me what she does to monkeys that can't behave themselves. She thought me how to behave like a proper little monkey should. I'm so sorry for not behaving sooner Sir." A clearly shocked Russell turned around to look at an equally stunned Lucy.

"You disciplined her?" Lucy had no idea what she was supposed to say, but when she saw Santana discreetly giving her a wink, she cleared her voice and tried to sound confident.

"Yes daddy. Like you said it clearly is my responsibility to make It behave, so I did what I had to do. I can now promise you that It won't make anymore mistakes again."

Russell smiled with glee, but Lucy noticed that her mother was clutching her knife in her hand so tightly, that her hand was starting to turn white from the force. When Lucy tried to make eye contact with her, Judy quickly averted her eyes away from her daughter, but Lucy still managed to catch the disgust shinning through in her mother's eyes before she managed to turn away from her. The whole thing caught Lucy by surprise and she truly had no idea what it meant. Smith however seemed to be as delighted as her father, but Mrs. Lopez looked at Lucy like she knew that both her and her daughter was lying. Lucy quickly decided to concentrate on her food instead.

For the rest of the dinner her father was constantly trying to test if it was true that his daughter had indeed managed to tame the bastard mutt. Lucy had to admit that she was really impressed at how much self-control Santana seemed to possess. Her father was certainly not making it easy for her with all the name calling, but no matter how much shit he was throwing at her, Santana just shook it off and completely ignored his despicable behavior. When dinner finally ended it looked like her father was utterly disappointed that he hadn't managed to rill up Santana, but that didn't stop him from trying one last time before he retired to his home office again, this time to enjoy his daily mandatory glass of whiskey.

"Well apparently my daughter can train monkeys, who knew? Maybe you can teach her some tricks too, so we can sell her to the circus."

Quinn, who was on her way to the hallway in hopes of getting a hold of Santana, so the two of them could talk in private, discreetly grabbed a hold off Santana to make sure she didn't launch herself at her father as he passed them by heading for his office. When Russell closed the massive mahogany office door behind himself, Lucy quickly escorted Santana up the stairs and into her room. Where Santana immediately started furiously ranting in Spanish, for what felt like almost an hour, before she finally calmed down.

A/N: So a little heads up, I probably won't be able to update in a while, because I promised someone that I would write a story for Pezberry week, which starts this week, so I need to write a little bit on that one first, but I'll come back to this story as soon as I can.