Okay, it took me nothing to update the fourth chapter! I just couldn't stop tipping! haha. This chapter put me in trouble the other day at school because my teacher saw me writting. But screw that! It worth it.

I hope you like it!


IV

Memories

"Favorite movie, go!" Tina said clapping her hands.

They had been traveling by five hours in a train, it was cold pretty obvious for the season, it was winter and it seemed to want to snow. So they were practically glued to each other. Jake borrowed his coat to Artie for not get cold, and how he was sharing a big wool blanket with Mike and Tina.

"'Le Voyage Dans La Lune'" Jake told them pulling closer to Tina who was between Mike and him.

"'King Kong'" Puck said with a little giggle.

"Really?" Mike said "I thought you were going to say 'Tarzan'."

"I like those movies too but there are lots of films about a man who grew up with gorillas in Africa. Plus Ann is very pretty." Noah answered Mike with a grin, God he loved that actress.

"Her name is Fay Wray." Rachel corrected him "And yes, she's very pretty." She added with a smile.

"She looks like Quinn, don't you think Puck?" Artie chuckled.

"Ha—ha. Very funny" Puck said with a sarcastic tone.

"About 'Le Voyage Dans La Lune'" Rachel said turning to face Jake "I think that's a lovely movie."

"What's your favorite film, Rachel?" Mike asked.

"My favorite film is…" she said starting to think on an answer "Um… 'Viktor und Viktoria'"

Kurt's eyes opened widely.

"Oh my Goodness! That's my favorite film too!"

"I like Charlie Chaplin's" Blaine spoke.

"I don't think there's someone who doesn't like his movies" Jake agreed "My favorite one is 'Modern Times'"

"I prefer 'The Circus'" Tina said smiling.

"What about you, Santana?" Blaine asked to the Latina who was sitting in the corner "What's your favorite film?"

The Latina looked up to him and sighed.

"'Frankenstein'" she answered.

"With Boris Karloff?" Mike asked.

"No shit!" Santana said, as always, sarcastically "Is there another 'Frankenstein'?"

Everybody laughed at that comment. That was true, there was just one Frankenstein and it was Boris Karloff.

Sometimes Puck would think about a lot about the famous "What if…?" like, what if he was a doctor? What if he were a musician? What if he was an actor? He liked to sing and act, especially at school for math class; he always pretended to be sick so he could spend the period at the Nurse sleeping like a baby. Ever since he saw 'Frankenstein', he wanted to become in an actor for be the next monster. But before that, he wanted to be like Charles Chaplin; his biggest idol. Once at school he played Charlie Chaplin for his literature class, he did it awesome.

Suddenly the train stopped, pulling Puck out of his thoughts. Everyone stood up and walked towards the "window" full of barbed wire which could touch everyone's faces. What they could see were a train station full of people, people with big suitcases and sad faces, Jewish people. Someone opened the door for them Rachel almost fell if it weren't for Mike who grabbed her from the coat before she could touch the floor. The young girl, scared hugged Mike, she knew if she fell they would have shot her. Mike Chang saved her life.

They got into a truck; two soldiers were sitting with them to make sure none of them jump from it. But to be honest, no one thought in jumping to run away, they wanted to know their new home, and then if they didn't like it, they could run away and never come back, at least that was Santana's plan. She wanted to run away to Switzerland and start a new life there, forget about her family and get old there with some woman who could love her back.

For the other hand, there was Puck's plan. His plan was easy; he had fallen in love with that girl. He wanted to run away with her to America, which was a good place to live. Lots of his friends left to that country for scape from the Nazis or simply for a new start. That's what he needed; when the war come to an end he will run away with Quinn to Germany and see how do the people who make his life a living hell die in the jail. But to be realistic everyone knew that was just a dream, which will never happen because he was a Jewish guy in love with someone from the Nazi Party who was engaged to a soldier, a soldier who tried to kill him. Part of him wanted to come to Berlin to take care of her, give her protection, he was sure that Sam one day will end up hitting her hard; he will be there to don't let him do that. He was going to take care of Quinn no matter the risks.

When the truck stopped, they were able to get out of it and see where they will live. Same neighborhood where Puck grew up. The same house.

"No shit…" Puck whispered to himself staring at his own house.

It was a big house, his grandparents left them the house when they died, and he knew every single stash of that house even the more difficult place to find. He felt lucky and unlucky at the same time. Why did she live at his house?

"Such a lovely house, don't you think Noah?" Rachel asked him looking around.

It had a big garden full of bushes, trees and flowers. In one of the trees were hanging two swings, the ones his grandfather made with him when he was five years old.

His mom didn't pay him attention because she was busy with his newborn little sister, Sarah. He felt like his mom forget about him, and his grandfather Markus Puckerman, did understand him or he pretended to, that one afternoon Puck was trying to read Julio Verne's 'From The Earth To The Moon' under the big tree when his grandpa appeared with two tires and a long rope. What was he doing? He wondered putting the book apart.

"What is that, grandfather?" he asked running towards the old man.

"What is this?" the thin man asked staring at his grandson surprised "Oh, I suppose you must recognize a tire and a rope when you see them, Noah."

Puck just giggled and helped his grandfather as he could (just taking the rope because the tires were too big for him).

"Why did you bring all this stuff?" he asked as he put the rope on the floor.

"I'll tell you a secret, Noah but don't tell anybody, okay?" he asked blending down to face his grandson.

"I promise, grandpa! I swear! I… I… okay" he smiled.

"Have you ever wondered what it feels like to fly?" he asked as he sat down on the grass next to the little boy who nodded excited "You want to fly, Noah?" Puck nodded again "I know how to make you fly, but you need to help me because it's a little bit hard, okay? I'm old and I cannot climb trees, but you can so you'll help me to make a fly machine."

"But grandpa, how am I supposed to fly with a tire? They're for cars!" he said looking up to the old man "They don't fly!"

Markus laughed at his grandson's logic. He was right.

"Yes, but we have a rope, so we can make that tire fly."

"Wicked!" he said standing up "What are you waiting for? I want to fly!"

They spent the whole afternoon making the swing. He climbed the tree like one hundred times until both ropes were perfectly balanced, and then he helped his grandpa to see if it was safe. And it was. That was the first time he was very happy in a very long time, he forgot the fact that his father hit him. Just for one afternoon. What happened that night at his house is something Puck wanted to erase from his memory, especially the following days. Every time he could he just ran away from his house and sneak out at his grandparents' house to play with his swing and feel protected with his grandpa. The man was like a real father for him. When he died, Puck couldn't believe that was happening and he cried night and day for a year, he could spend the whole day playing with his swing just for the memory of the best afternoon of his whole life.

"Yeah…" he agreed whipping out some tears that appeared as he saw the swings.

In the inside, there was the same furniture. His old piano in the living room waiting for him to play it like he did the night the Nazis catch him with his family. The same long carpet on the stairs, the same big table where he did eat for fifteen years, it was like being home again. He looked around to make sure there wasn't any soldier close to him, so he could walk up stairs to see if his bedroom had the same furniture and stuff. Maybe it did. He separated from the group of teenagers who were looking around stupefied; they never imagined that Quinn would live in such a beautiful house. Rachel noticed so she followed him, there she saw a few family photos of a wedding, a Jewish one, a pretty young woman with long blonde hair faking an smile standing next to a young good looking boy with a huge smile. They had like fourteen years old, maybe the guy had sixteen. The girl looked sad in lots of photos but she always had the best smile she could fake.

On the second floor, there were three big rooms; one was full of books of all the topics you could think about, from 'Don Quijote De la Mancha' by Miguel de Cervantes in Spanish and German, the Spanish one was one of the very first editions, to 'The Hobbit' by J. R. R. Tolkien, wrote in 1937.

In the next room there was a living room, with a record-player and some sofas, maybe a place where they could relax while they are listening to good music like Billie Holiday and stuff.

In the third and last room she found Puck lying on the bed hugging a pillow. What the hell is he doing? She asked to herself. He had a tiny smile as he smell the big pillow and took a teddy bear that was next to him. His grandpa gave it to him the day he was born, so that teddy bear meant a lot for him.

Rachel looked around, next to the bed there was a guitar and lots of drawings on the wall most of them said "Noah, mama and me" in German. She guessed those were drawings of his little sister.

"It's your house, isn't it?" she asked quietly. Puck just nodded "Your mom had good taste, I like it. You like reading?" she said pointing the book that was on his night stand. It was 'From the Earth to the Moon'.

"Yeah, my grandfather gave it to me before he died… it's my favorite book." He nodded "And thank you for don't telling everyone I sneaked out to my bedroom… I just… it's too much… this is my house and someone just took it and uses at it where theirs. My grandfather bought it in 1912 when he moved with his wife from the country side…"

They heard someone's steps walking towards the room. Puck stood up quickly putting the teddy bear on the bed where it was before so no one can think he was stealing something to himself. It was Finn; he always arrived in the right moment. He sighed as he saw Puck looking at him with hate.

"Dude, I swear I didn't know about this!" He told Puck "They just told us to come here because this was Quinn and Sam's new house so we could make sure it wasn't toxic because here used to live Jews."

"Alright, I'll walk down stairs towards the cellar, for not intoxicate you with my Jewish presence." He shook his head and took the Teddy bear; he wasn't going to leave it there because he was sure Sam will burn it.

Down stairs he saw Quinn. Today she was wearing a big chinchilla fur coat, black leather gloves, a fur hat and nice black high heeled Mary Janes shoes. She looked beautiful. For the other hand there was Sam, who was wearing a black suit, black shoes and a matching jazzy hat. He looked good. Puck liked jazzy hats and he had lots of them in his closet, but if he saw that murder with one of his hats he will shot him.

"You." Sam pointed Puck "Turn on the chimney."

Puck rolled his eyes and gave Rachel the Teddy Bear. That got Quinn's attention. Why he was giving that girl a Teddy Bear? She wondered.

A few minutes later, the chimney was ready. Puck stared the fire for a few seconds realizing that Sam or any of the soldiers were around, so he could play the piano, he sat down in front of it but before he could move, he heard Quinn's voice.

"You know how to play?" she said sitting next to him.

"It's my piano; of course I know how to play it."

Quinn looked at him confused, what did he try to say with that? She wondered.

"Okay, go ahead, play." She said.

Puck started playing something he composed a while ago.

"Wow, it's beautiful…" Quinn spoke. Puck simply smiled "Sam is going to be out of the country next month. I was wondering if…"

"Sleep with you will be an honor." He interrupted Quinn before kiss her deeply.

"Wait!" she said pulling apart a little bit "No one has to know what's going on between us."

Now she was being serious, Puck will never open his mouth. What this girl needed was an epic love story a lover, someone she could give herself and be open with. He was the one who will make her feel like a woman.

A blonde girl was staring at them from the door; she thought friends did that stuff. Quinn told her about Puck last night and she told her they were very good friends. She was wondering if she could find that friend someday. The one who can rice her heart and drive her crazy, like Noah Puckerman was doing with Quinn who as she told her best friend, Brittany, was planning to go dirty. She thought that go dirty was something like play in the mud, and that seemed fun! She needed to find a friend like Puck, like right now.

Finn saw them kiss. He saw them kissing! It wasn't his imagination. What if Sam finds out about this all? What will happen to Puck? He won't let Sam to shot Quinn or Puck. He was keeping the secret and then ask Rachel if she knew something about all this. If she didn't he would go asking Puck and Quinn directly. But for now, he was going to pretend he didn't see anything, for don't give Sam a reason to shot his best friend.


What do you think? I looked up and I found out that people from the Nazi Party took jewish family's houses to live in them (Like Oskar Schindler, for instance), so it just came to my mind.

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