A/N: Hello people of fanfiction! I am your author, TecNicolorkrystal. This is my newest fanfic wich is really stupid of me to start another one right now since I have like four other stories going. But I have had this idea for a while so of course here it is. The OC is like my universal OC. I plan on doing a Harry Potter thing with her too. I have made quite a few of them but shes my favorite. I think this is pretty much AU. The start of season three I think. I'm not entirely sure what time period to give you but its in their senior year. This is my first AU fic. SO be nice please.

Title: Someone To Finally Tell

Rating: T(very good chance it will go up, since there are mentions of rape and abuse)

Disclaimer: I do not own glee, I do own Irridessa though.

Summary: What happens when you were born poor, beaten, raped, beaten again, starved and things worse? Meet Irridessa Walters. Shes been through it all. Doesn't know who her father is, is adopted. Shes had to adjust to all kinds of things. So how will she adjust to William McKinley High School? Friends, enemies, or someone to finally tell them what happened?

One: The New Girl

I walked into the administration office retrieving my schedule and a map of the school and filled out a few things. I was tapping my foot waiting for the escort to show up. He or she was going to take me around all day and show me where my classes are and what not. I just hope I didn't have to talk much.

The lady returned with a well dressed teenage boy with light brown hair and eyes that couldn't decide between green, blue and gray. He was smirking slightly but his eyes seemed empty. The receptionist left us alone then. I stared at him curiously. I wanted to know why his eyes seemed so empty. He was eyeing my clothes with...distaste?

"I'm Kurt Hummel and I'll be taking you around today." He said his voice high pitched for a boys.

"Irridessa Walters. I'm a senior this year."

"Me too".

He then gestured to the door and I followed him out. He took me around explaining the classes, where I should go for each class, what the teachers were like and so on. We returned to one of class rooms. It was my second period. French.

"First should be ending in just a moment so no point in going there".

I smiled slightly at him. "Thanks Kurt."

He nodded. "Of course".

The bell rung and he got lost in the crowd. I smoothed down the lime green tutu I wore and looked at my black tights. The many bracelets on my wrists jangled as the clinked together. I took a deep breath flipped my blonde hair out of my face and stepped into French. It was easy enough. They were further behind than where I used to go to school and French was the one class I could do okay in. I liked different languages.

After French I had gym which really sucked. I walked out late because I didn't want to change in front of the other girls. I felt exposed in the small shorts and gym shirt I had to wear. We played dodge ball so I made sure I got hit so I got to sit out but of course my team caught the ball and I got back in.

After that I was blessed with math which I could zone out in the notes I was taking. Again they were further back and I didn't have to do much. Even though I was failing math at my old school it wasn't because I didn't understand it was because I never got to do the homework. The boy sitting next to me kept giving glances at me. His hair was a dark black and gelled back to hide all of the curls. His eyes were a pretty hazel.

When the teacher gave us partner work I was not so thrilled. I tugged on my blonde hair and turned to look at him. He was smiling a goofy smile. I frowned slightly.

"Hi I'm Blaine. You must be new."

I tried a smile. "I'm Irridessa."

"My boyfriend said that he took a new student around today. Said something about lime tutus and abnormal blonde hair".

I hmped. "Does Kurtsie have a problem with my fashion sense?".

He laughed. "Probably. He does with just about everyone's though".

"Lovely."

I worked with him and he was humming something. I tried to place the tune. Then I found it.

"Seriously, Peacock? Could you pick a more perverted song?". I said.

He blushed. "Its not really my fault that Katy's a genius."

I laughed a bit. "No just...it seems odd that you would sing something so...perverted. You don't seem the type."

"I'm not. Its just stuck in my head is all".

We worked until the bell ended and it was lunch next. I wasn't looking forward to because I had no friends to sit with. I was startled as Blaine looped his arm through mine and led me to the cafeteria staying with me in line and leading me over to a table with a few other people Kurt was their too. He smiled at me slightly. I noticed his eyes weren't empty as he smiled at Blaine. He sat me on one side of him and Kurt was on the other.

I looked at the other people here. An Asian who was obviously a goth who was chatting happily with a big black girl. A smiling goofy boy sat down next to her and was chatting with a boy who had a Mohawk and another Asian. A blonde girl sat down next to me smiling like a ditz and a Latina sat next to her. She smiled at me.

"Hi tutu", She said airily. Her eyes glimmered happily.

"Hi", I replied. "My names not tutu".

"Well its a nick-name silly! Mines Britt. For Brittany. Whats your name?".

I was starting to like her. "Irridessa."

"Oh! Can I call you Dessa then?".

I nodded. The Latina started talking.

"Hello. That's Mike, Puck, Finn, Mercedes, Tina. You know Blaine and Kurt. I'm Sant—".

"Hello fellow glee clubbers!", An extremly short girl with brown hair chirpped as she reached the table.

"Shut your trap Berry. I'm Santana. And that is Rachel man-hands Berry", She said pointing at the girl.

"Why hello! I'm Rachel Berry! Who are you?", She said talking to me like I was two.

I backed into Blaine slightly at her cheeriness. It wasn't something I was accustomed too. "You're dressed like a toddler", I said instead of answering the question. "And a grandmother. How do you do that?".

Santana burst out laughing at that and Blaine and Kurt had looked over amused.

"I still have yet to figure out", Kurt said, his eyes glimmering full of amusment.

She scrunched her nose up. "I asked your name."

"Jeez don't get all demanding their short one. I'm Irridessa Walters".

She nodded and sat next to the tall football player and demanded his attention. Blaine dragged me into his conversation with Kurt needing a third opinion on something or another. Kurt finally won much to Blaine's dislike and I was then talking with Brittany and Santana about clothes. Tina and Mercedes got my attention about boys. That's when a bottle blonde came over and sat next to her kissing her on the cheek.

I actually had a good time until the bell rang. The rest of the day passed by in a blur and I was soon driving home. I walked in to an empty house. The first thing I did was lit a few candles for my pyromaniacness and then watched some TV before doing the homework. I finally couldn't stand spongebob any more and went up to my room. As soon as I was starting history the garage door opened and I heard a car coming in.

I hurried down the stairs excited to see some one I knew for once. And it got even better. It was my brother. Micheal. I threw myself onto him. He stumbled backwards but caught his balance.

"Mikey!", I exclaimed.

"Hey, Dessa. Calm down won't you?".

I released him and he ran a hand threw his black hair. His green eyes twinkling at me. I quickly pulled out the box of cookies and we sat down on the couch.

"So how's Vanessa?", I asked through a cookie.

"She's fine. Just being a bit of a drama queen, but that's why I love her."

Vanessa was his girlfriend from high school. She was very pretty and a theater nerd, hence the drama queeness. He asked me how the new school was. I had been going to a boarding all girls school but I was sick of it and asked to go to the public school. It took a lot of fighting but I had gotten to go.

"So why are you here? Its a Wensday."

"Mom and Dad called. They said that they were going to get stuck at work until like two. They called me because.."

"They didn't want me to be alone. I'm seventeen for crying out loud! I don't need a baby sitter!", I exclaimed furiously.

"They're just worried Dessa. They don't want you to go back to...well.."

"Cutting? Burning myself? I have been in and our of therapy for years. I haven't self harmed for nearly a year and a half. I am fine."

He pulled be into a hug just to stop my ranting. "Its because you wouldn't tell them exactly what happened. The therapists, them, the doctors. You wouldn't tell any one. You were only fourteen, you just asked questions and wouldn't let them touch you. You won't even tell me." He whispered.

"Because I don't want to talk about it," I retorted.

"Dessa, its been three years surely—".

I clamped my hands over my ears fighting off the memories. "You sound like Doctor Emerson!".

He finally shut up and we sat in silence. I examined my bracelets carelessly.

"I'm sorry." He said finally.

"I am too." I said. For everything.

I pulled into the school parking lot the next day early. There was hardly any one else here. I was going by the dumpster when I heard a cry of pain and I crept over too it. Kurt was surrounded by a bunch of football players. He was on the ground arms over his head to protect his face. Anger bubbled through me. He was in no way strong enough to handle these jerks.

"Hey!", I said taking off in a sprint.

One of them looked over at me and smirked. "Aw look at that Hummel. The tutu fairy is coming to your rescue."

He peeked out of his arms, tears welling in his eyes. I got closer. He was taller than me but I could take him.

"Really? The tutu fairy? I've heard better insults from my two year old cousin!". I was standing in front of him now and he glared at me.

"Really? Why don;t you tell that to my fist!".

His hand shot forward and I moved quickly out of the way. He turned at me again and my fist collided with his nose. He howled in pain as blood started oozing from it. The rest of them looked uncertain but then charged me. I took them down one by one, out witting them and then hitting their groin or pressure points. Finally they were lying all around me groaning and curled in the fetal position.

I reached Kurt helped him up and handed him his bag. His eyes were wide with fear as he looked at me and then at them. His motu hung open as well.

"How the hell did you do that?", He asked.

"Sadly, practice."I answered.

I looped my arm through his and led him off to the school. After we were hidden in the auditorium is when I started asking questions.

"How long?".

"How long what?".

"How long have they been bullying you?".

He looked down and whispered hoarsely. "Years".

"What have your friends done?".

"Nothing really."

"The teachers?"

"They don't notice."

"Your parents?"

"Tried to get the school bored to stop them. It didn't work."

"Blaine?".

"I don't tell him. You can't either. Why do you care any way?" He asked.

I smiled sadly. I had never told anyone what really had happened. "If I can trust you Kurt. One day I will tell you. But not today. I will say, however, that no one deserves to be treated that way and if they ever try to come near you again, come and get me."

A/N: So what exactly did happen to her? How did she take down the boys? Will she join glee? Why doesn't she talk about it? Find out next time! Please review dear readers. That would be amazing if you did.