We Fought for This Land

Summary: Finn Hudson is happily married to his high school sweetheart, Quinn, but then he goes away in 1941 to fight for the United States against the Axis Powers. On his way home to Quinn, he liberates a certain Jewish girl from the horrors the Nazis left behind, and begins to fall for her. Finn/Quinn, Finn/Rachel, Puck/Rachel, Puck/Quinn, other glee characters will appear too.

Author's Note: Hi! This is my first story, and I hope you will enjoy it! I am trying to be historically accurate, but let me know if you see any errors. I love Fuinn, but also Finchel, Puckleberry, and Quick, so those four will be my main characters, but many of the other Glee characters will appear as well. I really, really appreciate feedback on my writing so reviews would be great!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, though I wish I did.

Prologue - December 1941, Lima, Ohio

Finn woke up that morning feeling sad. He didn't understand why at first, but then he looked at the beautiful blonde woman sleeping peacefully beside him. Quinn. She was his childhood friend, his first girlfriend, his first kiss, and now his wife of three years. In seven months, she would be the mother of his firstborn as well. And now he was leaving her to fight for the same land his father had fought for twenty-three years ago.

Quinn stirred in his arms. God, she was even more beautiful than she was nine years ago when they first started dating in their freshman year of high school. They were the golden couple of McKinley High: he had been the quarterback and she was the head cheerleader. They had been so carefree back then, but now? Since the attack on Pearl Harbor and President Franklin D. Roosevelt's subsequent declaration of war, they carried the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Quinn rolled over and mournfully looked up at Finn. "Good morning, darling," he said. "I can't believe you're leaving today," she said, her voice breaking. "Me neither, Quinn. But you know how much it means to me to be able to walk in my father's footsteps," he said.

She nodded. Finn's father had died when he was a baby, fighting in battle in the Great War over some silly European dispute. Finn was so honorable and brave that he was determined to carry on his father's legacy.

Finn glanced at his watch, the device painfully taking away their time together, one tick at a time. "I guess we'd better get dressed now," he said. He pulled on his uniform as Quinn tugged a dress over her thin frame. She wished she could stay in his arms forever and never have to face the hours, days, months, possibly even years that were to come.

The walk to the train station where the army enlistees would depart was short. There were plenty of other families there to see their sons, husbands, brothers, and fathers off, including the Puckerman family. Noah "Puck" Puckerman was Finn's longtime best friend and the infamous ladies' man of Lima. He, too, would be fighting to keep his family safe and free. Puck nodded and smiled thinly at Finn and Quinn but continued to converse with his mother, Deborah, and younger sister, Miriam.

Finn pulled Quinn into his arms. She always felt so safe there, as if nothing could harm her. Screw those Nazis and Japs for taking her prince away. Most likely, he wouldn't be home for their baby's birth.

The fateful train pulled into the station. "Oh, Finn!", Quinn wailed. "Listen, Q, I'll make it back home," he said, trying to make their parting easier for her. "I love you so much, and I love the little one we're going to have in seven months." Finn rested his hands lovingly on Quinn's small stomach, which would soon expand to fit and protect their child. Finn couldn't believe he was going to be a father, but the timing was so poor.

"Last call for the 8:00 am train to Chicago," the conductor called. Finn, Puck, and the others would be leaving for Chicago and would take a train to Georgia to train for a month there before shipping out to Europe.

Finn's mother, Carol, hugged her son goodbye and reminded him how proud she was of him. His stepfather, Burt Hummel shook his hand and told him he was a real man. His stepbrother, Kurt, hugged him too and helped him carry his belongings to the train.

Quinn leaned up and entwined her arms around Finn's neck. She kissed him sweetly and passionately, knowing full well this could be their last kiss, and despite what he said, he may never make it home to her and the baby again.

Puck came over to the couple, interrupting their intimate moment. "Hudson, we've gotta run. Goodbye, Quinn," he said, kissing her on the cheek. Puck had always harbored some feelings for Quinn and was sad that he wouldn't get to kiss her the way Finn just had. "Goodbye, Puck," Quinn said, returning his gesture and feeling the familiar chemistry she always had felt with him. "I'll write you."

Quinn clung to Finn desperately as he collected his things. He kissed her hair tenderly and cherished this moment with his love. "I love you, darling. If I could, I wouldn't do this, but I know it's the right thing for our country. To protect our child." Quinn nodded as tears flowed freely down her cheeks. For once, she didn't care if her parents' stiff friends thought she was being too emotional. She just wanted to imprint her final moment with her husband into her memory.

Finn and Puck boarded the train, looking back at their families and the girl they both loved. They wondered if they would ever see her again, and if they did, when.

Quinn continued to cry as Carol comforted her and walked her back to the now-empty house. Quinn went to the bed she and Finn shared and began to pray, fingering the silver cross necklace she always wore.

Dear Jesus,

Please protect Finn from harm while he's fighting overseas. He's such a good man, and I know I don't deserve him. Also protect Puck, because I am still trying to sort out my feelings for him. Is that wrong, since I'm a married woman now? I'd also like to pray for all of their friends, including Matt Rutherford and Mike Chang, who are going into battle. And for everyone, including me and our child, who are here at home, that we be strong.

Amen.

Prayer was all she had left.