A/N: Hello again! (: I should probably be finishing my other multichapter fic before I start another one, but… I DON'T WANT TO YET. Anyways- so I was sitting on my couch staring into space, when a plot bunny planted this in my mind. And so, it needed to be written. This was written just for fun.

This is a Dalton!verse fic. There is an OC, and she is important to the story. I hope you guys like her. I sure do. (:

All of the OC's besides Annabelle belong to the wonderful CP Coulter! Go read her story 'Dalton' if you haven't yet. It's amazing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Or any OC's besides Annabelle and her family...

WAH. LEAVE ME TO CRY.

Secrets Don't Make Friends

Chapter 1: Papa Don't Preach

As Kurt sat next to his boyfriend, (boyfriend!He still couldn't believe it!), on the couch in the Windsor common room, he took in the havoc in the making around him.

Evan, Ethan, and Shane were currently engaged in a rather enthusiastic Nerf war, as Reed watched on from the recliner next to where Kurt and Blaine sat, warily watching his own boyfriend fire the plush missiles. David and Wes were discussing girls (of course, Kurt thought) in the corner as they sipped Diet Cokes. Dwight was busy lining the windowpane with salt.

Kurt was suddenly jerked back into reality as he felt his back pocket vibrate. He pulled out his phone, and glanced at the IPhone screen.

Incoming Call: Annabelle

Blaine saw Kurt's confused look and followed his gaze to the IPhone's screen. He gave the countertenor a curious glance as the said boy stood up. He shot Blaine a look that said, 'Hold on. I'm just as confused.'

He walked towards the kitchen entrance, where he knew he'd find some peace, and let this thumb press the green button. He cautiously brought the phone to his ear, and asked slowly, "Annabelle?"

But, all he heard from the other end of the line was crying. He could hear the person on the opposite end sniffle, and they said in a quiet, broken voice, "Kurt? Kurt, I need your help. You're the first person I could think of. I- I need a place to stay. You're- You're still at Dalton, right?"

Kurt's eyebrows furrowed in concern. He's never heard his cousin sound so small. She was a tough girl. She had more courage than Kurt and Blaine put together. Kurt looked into the common room, where he saw Blaine watching him from the couch, a concerned look on his face, too. He motioned for him to follow, and he shot up from the couch, and strode into the kitchen. He stood quietly as Kurt turned back to the phone. "Yeah, Anna, I am. Why, what's wrong? Where are you?" he asked, cradling the phone to his face with both hands as he heard his favorite cousin sob again, then couch violently.

"I- I'm on the side of the freeway. I tried- tried to walk, but, I can't." Kurt's eyes widen in worry.

"Anna? Anna! Wha- why are you walking? What happened! Where exactly are you? I need you to calm down and tell me, ok Hun?" He said, sprinting out of the kitchen and through the common room, up the stairs and into his room as he talked into the receiver. By this time, all of the boys in the common room were frozen with whatever they were occupied with before- when Kurt freaks out, it means something important is happening.

As Kurt rushed down the stair, pulling on his Marc Jacobs coat, he heard his cousin answer in a small voice, "I- I'm on the side of Interstate 71, right by a McDonald's. My dad, he- he kicked me out." At this, the girl broke into a fresh set of tears. Kurt swung open the door, Blaine on his heels as he rushed into the rain towards the parking lot where his Navigator sat. He opened the door, and clambered into the passenger seat, tossing Blaine the keys as he climbed into the front seat and started the ignition.

"Anna, oh my, are you- are you ok? Why would Uncle John- why would he do that?" Kurt said, his hand flying to his mouth in shock. Blaine turned onto the street in front of Dalton, and looked to Kurt. He had no idea where to go, or why he was even driving. Kurt put 7 fingers up, then 1 as he held his phone in between his ear and his shoulder. Blaine nodded in understanding- interstate 71. He sped off, fast, yet not over the speed limit, but as Kurt sat listening to his crying cousin, all he could think was, 'This isn't fast enough. Annabelle could be hurt. We need to get to her. We need to find her!'

As they merged onto interstate 71, Kurt looked for a McDonalds. He knew where his cousin lived, and he knew they were relatively close.

"He- he kicked me out because- cause I'm pregnant."

At this, Kurt's jaw dropped, and his phone almost followed suit. He spotted his curly- haired brunette cousin, and motioned for Blaine to pull off of the interstate. When they reached the girl sitting on the small suitcase in front of the fast food venue, Kurt threw his door open, and sprinted to his sobbing cousin. As he rushed, he took in her appearance. Her normally frizzy, curly light brown hair was clumped to her head, wet from the rain. Her face and eyes were red, and it looked as if her tears were mixing with the rain. Her normally beautiful hazel- green eyes were bloodshot, and her expression made Kurt's heart shatter. There was a large black bruise moving down the left side of her face, and her neck was red and raw looking. Dried blood was leaking from her nose, and she had a small cut above her right eyebrow. He helped her up, and led her to the car while Blaine grabbed her small bag and set it in the backseat. He started the car up again as Kurt and Anna sat in the backseat, Anna crying into Kurt's shoulder. He patted her back, rubbing soothing circles as he did. He made cooing noises, trying to get her to calm down. When she finally did, Kurt looked at her, and flat out said, "What the hell happened, Anna?"

She looked down at her flip flop- clad feet, and then back into her cousin's loving eyes. She remembered that she called Kurt specifically because he loved her, no matter what. She took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eyes as she started her story.

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(Annabelle's flashback.)

She remembered walking into the house, feeling queasy. She was at her best friend Jamie's house went she got sick, and, panicking, went straight home- but not before stopping at the local pharmacy. As she went into her bathroom that connected to her room, she pulled the small box out of the plastic bag, and ripped it open. Ten minutes later, she sat on the bathroom floor, her back against the closed door. She held in her hand a tiny white stick, which showed her the little symbol she never wanted to see, at least while she was a teenager- a little pink plus sign. She threw the stick across the small bathroom. Her eyes were stinging with unshed tears. She pulled her knees towards her body, and buried her face in her knees. She desperately wished her mother was still here. She wished she didn't run away with some random doctor. All she had was her little sister, Cassie, and her dad. She didn't know who to tell first. Suddenly, she heard the front door open and slam shut, and her dad's voice boom through the front hallway as he continued his conversation on the phone.

"Yes, Bill, I understand. Yea. Mhm. Ok, I have to go make dinner for Anna and Cass. I'll call you later, and then we can discuss the little details."

Anna stood up, and mustered all of her courage together. She swung the door open, and marched into the kitchen. She walked in, and immediately saw her dad lay his badge and belt down on the counter. In the belt was his gun and baton. He still wore his police uniform as he pulled ingredients for that night's dinner out of the fridge.

"What's up, An?" He asked casually, pulled carrots out of the drawer. He moved to the other counter and grabbed his belt as she opened her mouth, and closed her eyes.

"Daddy, I'm pregnant."

She slowly opened her eyes, and saw her dad's still figure, frozen in place, his back still towards her.

"You- You're not serious, are you Annabelle?" He asked, turning towards her, belt still in hand. Anna noticed his hand waver over the baton. She took a deep breath, and nodded.

"I am. But-"

Suddenly, she was cut off. Her dad had smacked her across the left side of her face with his baton, his whole body shaking with rage. She fell to the ground, her hand immediately flying to her face as she released a screech of pain. Her dad's tall, looming figure stood above her. She trembled with fear. She knew her dad had anger problems, but- she never knew he'd actually hit her.

He gave her a once over, and raised his baton once more.

"I guess we're going to have to beat the problem away." He said, no emotion whatsoever in his expression. Anna's hands immediately flew to her stomach, and she curled herself into a ball to protect her stomach. Before she knew it, her dad was beating her repeatedly with the baton. She felt tears rush down her face. She looked up at her dad, and suddenly felt him hit her in the nose forcefully with the baton. She felt a crack, and suddenly blood was rushing from her nose.

She suddenly felt her dad's strong, callused hands grip her throat, and pick her up. She grasped at the hands, her throat constricting, making it hard for her to breathe. Her dad leaned into her face, and whispered hatefully through clenched teeth, "Get the fuck outta my house."

She ran from the kitchen, into her room. She heard her dad yell, "You have 10 minutes to pack!"

She looked around the room, and immediately ran to her closet, pulling out her suitcase. It was small, but it would do. She grabbed her deodorant, perfume, and eyeliner. She grabbed 4 shirts, and 4 pairs of pants. She threw them into the bag, and then grabbed her phone charger. She tossed it in carelessly, and zipped the suitcase shut, knowing she had very little time left. She had barely any time to pull her flip flops on as she heard her dad storming down the hallway.

"2 MINUTES." He yelled, pounding on the door. She looked around the room.

As her dad yelled a 1 minute warning, she grabbed the picture of her mother, her, and Cassie. She clutched the picture frame to her chest as she threw the bag over her shoulder and burst from her room, sprinting past her dad. She tore the front door open, and ran into the stormy afternoon, followed by her dad's calls of hate, such as 'dirty whore',' disgrace', and even 'soulless human'.

She got to the corner before she realized that she was freezing, and didn't grab any money. She walked on, and as she reached a fast food restaurant, she realized she had nowhere to go. Her closet relatives were Uncle Burt, Aunt Carole, Finn, and-

That's it! Kurt! He goes to Dalton now, which is 15 minutes from her house!

She pulled out her phone, and clicked on the contact.

One ring.

Two.

Three.

"Hello?"

She breathed a sigh of relief. She just might be ok.

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By the time Anna finished her very graphic story, they had arrived at Dalton. Kurt had tears in his eyes, and Blaine, seeing that Kurt would probably want some alone time with his cousin before he was ambushed with questions from the Windsor's, left the two cousins in the Navigator, and quickly made his way back to Windsor Hall.

As he answered the door, all hell broke loose.

"What happened? Where's Alice!"

"Where's Kurt, is he ok?"

"Blaine! What the hell, man!"

Blaine walked into the common room full of his panicking friends, and flopped onto the couch.

"First off guys, I need you to not ambush Kurt like you just did to me when he comes in. Don't ambush Annabelle, either."

At the sudden use of a girl's name, the boy's all looked to Blaine. Reed was the one to break the silence.

"Who- who's Annabelle? And why is she coming in here?" He asked, his eyes growing big with worry.

Blaine sighed, and ran a hand through his loosened curls.

"Annabelle's Kurt's cousin. She's coming here because her dad kicked her out, because she's pregnant."

"Whoa, man, that's… harsh." Shane said, rubbing his neck as he took a seat on the armrest of the recliner Reed sat at.

Blaine heard the familiar beeping of Kurt's car being locked, and, as a second thought, added, "Oh, and, guys? Don't stare."

Before any of the teenagers could ask what to not stare at, the doors to Windsor burst open, and revealed a sight many of them wouldn't soon forget.

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A/N: AHA! CLIFFHANGER! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I really like this story so far. ASDFGHJKL.

I feel bad writing the abuse parts. But they need to be done, sadly. ;n;

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