Sorry for not updating. But here's chapter three. I'm really sorry because the story goes slow, but I'll try my best to make it better.

And I wanted to thank naynay678 and Katieb6 for the reviews. I'll try to get my grammar better ;). You know I don't speak english, so...


III

Freedom

"Alright, I need at least twelve people to take care of my house." Quinn told Puck walking through the hallway "I've got you… but I need two cookers more, five people to take care of my garden…" she does really like flowers, when she was young she could sit on the backyard's grass to read a book, to smell flowers or simply lay down for look the clouds and their funny figures.

She used to say:

"When I grow up, I want a big house, with a big garden and a big backyard with swings and flowers and trees to climb! I also want a dog and a cat and a horse."

Yeah, she had big dreams. But now, with this war thing she knew it was hard to find a house with that kind of stuff (…and a backyard in a city where a horse could fit in). Now she wanted to move to the country side, but there was another problem; Sam. He didn't like animals, especially cats he was allergic to them or he said so. Quinn wasn't paying him attention after he said he didn't like cats, her favorite animal by far… of course after horses.

"I also live with a friend… her name is Brittany." she smiled to Puck, who noticed she was acting weird. Maybe sad because the war crashed all her dreams "She's nice." Quinn added.

"Um… great, I guess. Why does she live with you?"

"Her parents died a few years ago… she's living with us since that day. She's like a child."

"A child?" Puck repeated raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah… she's like an eight year old girl… maybe six. She believes in unicorns, magic and stuff."

Puck nodded.

"Maybe she's forced to do that for not to see what's going on around."

"I think she's lucky… I mean, I love my life but I don't know… sometimes I want to be a child again… I don't want to think I'm getting married in a few months or the fact that the father of my unborn kids is a baby."

"Wait, are you…?" Puck said worried. This was so perfect to be true, so there was supposed to be something wrong.

"God no!" she laughed "I'm keeping my virginity to my wedding night, just like my parents raised me."

"And what about Brittany?"

"You nasty!" she hit him on the arm.

"What?" he laughed.

"We don't talk about that stuff, we are ladies!"

"Girls want sex so much as guys want to, you know?" he said as they kept walking through the big building, ignoring the people around them. In this moment, they were alone in their own world "Lots of studies say it. Admit that you have felt a tickle there."

"That is gross and something I won't talk about it with a complete stranger!" she yelled.

"That's the answer I wanted." Puck giggled.

"Asshole"

"Thank you" he kissed her cheek and walked into his room.

"TRAITOR!" Unique/Wade said pointing at Puck.

Everyone turned around to face them. The moment they saw Quinn there they felt like Noah had betrayed them.

"Are you insane, Puck?" Santana said standing up quickly "You can't bring a German girl here!"

"Cool it, Lopez, she's a good Nazi." Puck defended Quinn.

"'Good Nazi'?" Santana repeated "Since when a Nazi is nice?"

Quinn rolled her eyes and looked at Puck.

"I knew this wasn't a good idea!" she told him "Please take me out of this building, it's pretty obvious they don't want me here! And this is a living hell!"

"I would prefer to call it Purgatory." Santana said angrily "Why don't you tell your daddy to make it worse for give us a lowly and painful dead… wait, this is a lowly and painful dead! You try to kill us wanting to we don't notice what you do!"

"Okay, first of all…" Quinn spoke, but Puck interrupted her clapping a couple of times.

Everyone was screaming and attacking Quinn with who knows what kind of words, she didn't know Hebrew, so she couldn't understand them.

"Guys…" no one paid attention to him "Guys…" same thing "GUYS!" everyone stayed in silence "Good." He nodded "This is my friend, Quinn… she's from G-Germany?" she nodded in respond "She's from Germany and she's engaged to a soldier…"

"Don't help me like that, Puck…" Quinn said sarcastically.

Puck shook his head.

"… Besides that," he continued "she's the nicest girl I've ever met… Rachel and I saw her yelling at his future husband because he shot a little girl. She's even going to adopt her" he pointed the little girl who was standing next to Quinn.

That was the most amazing and beautiful thing someone had said about her. She smiles at him and kissed his cheek whispering "Thank you…" against his skin.

"And she's also our only way out of ghetto… she needs people to work at her house we could work for free."

"You must work for free if you don't want to the SS keep your paycheck… but I'll try to find the way to help you guys and to pay you for your wonderful work. And I'll let you live at the cellar… it's bigger than this room." Quinn added shyly.

"How can we trust you?" Lopez said crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Because I'm not a liar"

"You're lying right now."

"I'm not!"

"Yeah, sure" Santana said sarcastically "I've got a Mexican third eye that tells me you're a liar… I trust my third eye, not you!"

"Trust her, Santana." Puck frowned.

"Oh, wow. You found your Prince Charming." Santana told Quinn, she was an expert with sarcasm "It's ironic because the Prince Charming always rescues the princess, and now the princess is the one who is rescuing the prince, who doesn't live in a castle in the Charming Kingdom. You're the one who live in the penthouse, and he lives in the subbasement; the Ghetto. So get the hell out of here before I end you! ¿Sabes lo que pasa aquí?" she asked in Spanish. None of them did understand what she was saying, maybe Rachel did a little bit, Quinn too but she wasn't sure "¡COSAS MALAS!" she finished.

"You're just a scare little girl…" Quinn said walking towards Santana.

"This is not going to be good…" Puck thought aloud. The rest of them nodded in agreement with him.

"…You're just jealous of me because I live out of here, in Berlin, Germany… I was visiting this place to see what kind of people live here, and what I saw were the worst conditions of life I've ever seen in my live! I mean twelve in a room?"

"Well this is the reality. Believe it or not, and it's your fault." Santana spoke.

"It's my fault?" Quinn repeated "What did I do?"

Everyone was watching them fight waiting for the moment when someone take a gun and shot the other. No one wanted to try to stop them and make things even worst.

"Your country sent us here! That's what you did, stupid German Bitch!"

With those words already said, Quinn slapped her hard on the face. Santana slapped her back. Puck took Quinn from the waist and walked out of the room putting her down in the hallway.

"Darn she's a genius slapper…" Santana whispered to herself.

"What?" Mike said confused. He was there but he didn't think that those would be Santana's words after a fight like that.

"Never mind…"

Puck stroked Quinn's cheek, it was red and it burned.

"Now I get why everyone hates people from here…" Quinn said breaking the silence between both of them "Is she even a Jew?"

"No, she's not…"

"Then why is she here?"

"She loves girls."

"Oh, she's lesbian…" Puck nodded in respond "Well it was her fault. Tell me, who in their right mind would tell everyone she likes someone from her same sex? I bet she knew what the SS do with gay people!"

"I don't know, this is my second day here… maybe the first one, I just remember a train full of people and I could barely breathe…"

"That's awful!" Quinn shouted.

"And when it stopped I fell… over than thirty people passed over me with that big desire to breathe…" he took a deep breath and looked into Quinn's eyes "When I woke up, I was already here, maybe someone helped me… I don't know."

Quinn took his hand and laced their fingers before kiss it. He smiled a little bit and she smiled back. She loved his smile, it was cute… a goofy smile. He loved her smile too, she was like an angel. She came to his life when he needed a way out, and she offered him to work at her house. He appreciated that. Now his face is closer and closer to hers and she doesn't move, like she wanted to him to kiss her. He rushed his lips over Quinn's who pressed her lips on his, who deepened the kiss the moment she touched him, starting to play with her tongue, two seconds in heaven, three, four…

"Quinn?"

Both of them fell apart the moment they heard a well-known voice for the both of them. Puck looked up at the young soldier who interrupted them he sighed as he saw Finn's goofy face. Thank God it was him, because if it were another soldier, it would have been shot him on the head not caring about what he was doing with Quinn and he could have died while he was kissing a girl. Super awkward way to die, he thought when that idea came to his mind.

"Finn!" Quinn smiled calmed as nothing had happened and to make him think it was just his imagination "What are you doing here?"

"Your dad sent me here with you… he wanted to you be safe" Finn said shrugging.

Okay, now Puck was confused as fuck. He shook his head and pointed at Finn, then Quinn and Finn again.

"You know him?" he finally asked.

"Of course, he's one of my daddy's soldiers" Quinn smiled "We are friends."

Finn nodded with the same goofy smile he always had in his face. He hugged Quinn, who hugged him back.

"Wow. That's funny because casually Finn and I have been friends since like forever! We are best friends."

Quinn smiled widely.

"That's great! Now you have someone who can protect you while you're working at my house." Quinn kissed Finn's cheek "Have you seen Sam? I have to tell him I'm going to adopt this little…" Quinn looked around looking for the little girl who was with them a few minutes ago.

She was gone.

"What are you talking about?" Finn asked.

"N—Never mind. What are you doing here?"

"I think the question is what are you doing here?" Finn pointed at her "Because I'm doing my job by being here, but you are here with him" he pointed at Puck "And you were making out with him even though you have a fiancé."

"I know… but I was here I needed people to work at my house, you know that!"

"And you want Puck as your sexual slave or what?"

"Hey, hey, hey! Watch out, Hudson!" Puck frowned.

"What? It's true! Even your last name says the kind of guy you are, Fuckerman!"

"Fuckerman?" Quinn repeated "Is that even a last name?"

"It's Puckerman, and maybe yes, I like to fuck but my life comes first!"

"I think that's going to kill you."

"Yeah, sure, I'll die during the act" Puck shook his head and walked into the room he was living in "Okay, guys who's coming to Berlin with me?"

"For what?" Jake asked "Germans don't want us there."

Puck sighed and looked at Jake.

"It's our only way out. If we don't leave, we'll die!"

"And what if we go to Germany with you… just in case" Santana spoke "Where are we supposed to live?"

"You heard Quinn, at her house's cellar. She needs people to take care of her garden… to clean the house or to help me out in the kitchen!"

"Oh hell no." Santana crossed her arms against her chest "I prefer to die here to go to her house."

Puck rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Okay, whatever Santana's out. Who's coming?"

Jake stood up and stepped next to Noah, so did Blaine with his boyfriend Kurt, Mike, Tina, Rachel and the rest of them. Except Artie, Santana and Wade/Unique. The three of them kept standing (and sitting in Artie's case) in front of the group of teenagers who were standing next to Puck without saying a word.

"I didn't know he was in a wheelchair…" Puck whispered to Rachel.

"They will kill him anyway" Rachel whispered back.

Puck sighed and passed his hand over his shaved head. He knew Artie knew he was going to die. He took Artie's wheelchair and rolled to an empty corner with him.

"You aren't like us, right?" he asked him quietly.

Artie shook his head.

"Why are you here, them?" Puck noticed everyone was paying attention to them and as Artie kept in silence he guessed it made him uncomfortable "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

Artie took a deep breath and put both hands on his lap.

"They put me here because they made a mistake… it seems there's another Arthur Abrams around there pretending to be me while I am stuck here."

"I'm sorry. If it sucks being here because you don't have a choice, being here because of a mistake must be… I don't have words to say it…"

Artie shrugged.

"And you see a guy in a wheelchair is not an option for a worker."

Puck nodded. Now he got it. Artie did think he had no purpose to live stuck in a wheelchair, it made him sad. Arthur was a pretty smart guy good at math who could teach people easily because he had a lot of patient… maybe he wanted to become a doctor or a scientist. He had the potential for become into that and find the cure to his problem or whatever he had on his legs. He had to take Artie out of there. And the key: Quinn.

"It'll be okay, Artie. I'll help you" he smiled.

Santana rolled her eyes.

"That's so freaking charming" she finally said "Look, go back to Germany sounds like a wonderful idea, I understand and it's great, but we all know they will end up killing us."

Puck shook his head. He was sick of Santana's pessimism.

"Quinn won't let them to shot or hit or torture us… and I know for sure a soldier will help us." He smiled.

"Liar" Santana accused.

"One of them has been my best friend for eight years." he responded to Lopez with a firm look "He lives in that house too."

"Alright, and what do I win with this? Because if I'm risking my life I'm going to get something, don't you think?"

"Freedom" Puck told her, and with those words he convinced the young Latina.

They were leaving this place forever.

And some of them will never see their families again…