A/N: Hello dear readers! I am so glad you like it so much! It came to by attention that one of the readers posted a theory. And me being as stupid as I am forgot you didn't know what the back story is. I am not going to tell you but I would love it if you guys start guessing her back story. It would be wonderful! I don't update as often with this one because I could spend two to three days on it. I want to make it long and really good for you guys to like so please don't rush me. Enough of me lets get onto the story shall we!

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?

Three: Needles and Pinky Promises

I woke up around nine as there was a clap of thunder above me. I nearly fell off the bed but caught myself and rolled back over breathing hard. She had found me. That bitch had found me. We'd have to move again. That's why we came here. How did she even get out of jail? The authorities said she was behind bars again. I curled into a small ball on my side and took a shuttering breath. Mom would be home. I took a deep breath and stood up walking into my bathroom and cleaned myself up. I then headed downstairs to find her setting a plate on the table.

"Hello darling", She said.

My mother was short for her age and had kind brown eyes. She had dark ebony skin with long braided black hair. She had worry lines around her eye brows and mouth but she still looked beautiful. People would always question why I looked so different from every one in my family. My mother and her ebony skin and coarse black hair, my father and his tan skin and light brown hair and my brother he had my mother looks and my fathers skin and hair. I was quite pale, I burned horribly in the sun, and my light blonde hair. It was natural.We said 'adoption' and that got them off. A lot of people didn't understand it. Others thought it was bad to have an interracial family. I wound up being arrested once for punching some one once.

"Hey mummy," I said my voice cracking slightly.

"You ok? I'm sorry I didn't get home sooner. I know you don't like the thunder—."

I jumped on that quickly. "Oh yeah. It just freaked me out was all."

It wasn't a complete lie. I was pretty scared of thunder storms but I had fallen asleep before hand.

"I'm so sorry, honey. Here, its your favorite!".

It was grilled chicken, peas and noodles. I smiled at her and started to eat even though I wasn't hungry. I really should tell her...

"Mom?"

"Yes darli—."

"I'm home!" My dad called from the garage door. He came over and kissed my mother on her cheek.

They exchanged a few words and then my mother looked at me. "You wanted to say something honey?" She asked.

I forced a bright smile. "Nothing."

I then dumped my plate in the sink and headed up to my room to finish my homework before my resolution cracked and I told them every thing.

Xxxxxx

The next two weeks passed and I became accustomed to glee. I nearly got into some form of argument with Rachel and what a prick she was. Santana had accepted me with open arms and altough we could still easily get into arguments they were ones that friends had. Kurt had insisted he take me shopping and I went. I dragged Blaine along of course so I didn't wind up looking like lady gaga. I still got my tutus but he now got me other kinds of earrings, denim skirts,(though I still I got my tights) and he got me into a dress or two. But much to his distaste and Blaine's excitement, I got my nose pierced. A shiny pink jewel now sat on the left side of my nose.

I had pushed the note to the back of my mind and had been fine. There hadn't been anything else from that monster. So I had an easy time until Monday of my third week in glee. I was met with a nasty surprise.

Once again I was rounding a corner of the school. I was met by screams. I dropped my cookie monster back pack and gaped for a total of three seconds.

Blaine was currently being held back by two of the neanderthals on the football team and being punched repeatedly by another. It was the same one I punched first last time the had hurt Kurt. I think his name was Jason. Kurt was crying out for Blaine who was also looked trashed.

I saw the next punch in slow motion. Jason's hand collided with Blaine's jaw line and he cried out tears mixing with the blood from his nose. That's when I jumped into action.

"Get the HELL off him!" I screeched at him.

His fist was drawn back about to hit him again when he smirked. He pushed Blaine down and turned on me. He smiled maliciously.

"Hello tutu fairy, come to get beat up?".

He still towered over me but I wasn't scared. I had seen this before. And because of that I was teetering on the edge of a flash back. He was looking down at me.

"Last I recall I beat up you." I said calmly.

He growled. "Shall we settle that that then?".

"Dessa, don't do it!", Kurt screamed his voice cracking. I heard a cry of pain from him.

I stuck a finger in his face. "Do. Not. Hurt. Them."

He smiled. "That's not your choice."

I heard a whimper and my heart broke. "Lets fix that then."

He didn't get to answer me because I punched him in the face. He easily came back around slapping me in the face. It went on like that. Us fighting, Kurt crying out and Blaine trying to get in between us. Everything was hurting and I couldn't keep the memory off any longer. I wasn't seventeen, Jason wasn't Jason and Kurt wasn't Kurt. I was fourteen smaller than I was now. Jason was Theo the big brute and one of her boyfriends. And Kurt, sweet, innocent Kurt was Celeste. Perfect little Celeste.

I got Jason/Theo on the ground and kicked him in the ribs sending him over in pain. Kurt/Celeste fell to the ground and the rest of the goons charged me. I heard something crack but couldn't tell who it was. I was stuck in between knowing this wasn't then but flashbacks were possessive bitches.

I knocked the last one to the ground in pain and rushed Kurt/Celeste. I finally snapped out of it when I realized that Kurt was breathing.

"Oh my god, Kurt." I whispered hoarsely.

His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at me. "Hi Dessie. Stupid jocks they are."

I fumbled for my phone but a hand stopped mine.

"I already called." It was Blaine.

Blaine looked worse than Kurt on the outside.

"Why?". Was all I managed.

"They were mad they didn't get to do this to Kurt the first time. I was with him." He answered hoarsely. "Oh baby, why didn't you tell me?,"He asked Kurt.

"I didn't want to stress you out." Kurt returned. He was clutching his side. They must have broke a rib of his.

Speaking of ribs mine were awfully sore now. Probably bruised. I heard sirens approach and soon they loaded Kurt in and checked Blaine and me out and decided that we both needed to go to. They got us in the cars and we followed closely. Kurt was wheeled in and we were sat down on a bed and hooked up to IV's. I never was fond of needles. I had to hide in Blaine's neck for them to put it in.

After a few things they left us in peace. I was clinging to Blaine's hand. We were awaiting news on Kurt. The only news we had was that he had passed out in the ambulance and that he was in surgery.

A nurse came by ten minutes later.

"Blaine Anderson and Irridessa Walters," She called.

We waved her over. "What's up? Is Kurt out? Is he okay?". Blaine and I asked in unison. We looked at each other. If the situation hadn't been so grave I would have laughed.

"No he's still in surgery. There was a lot of internal bleeding. Both of you need X-rays."

I wanted to protest but Blaine squeezed my hand. I sighed. "Fine. Have our families been contacted?"

"Yes. Kurt's as well. They should all be here soon."

She led us away and had us get X-rayed. It turned out I had a fractured rib and many bruised. Blaine actually had two broken ones and his were bruised as well. They had us patched up and then sent us out to the waiting room. I wanted to pace to keep my mind on anything else but I was supposed to be walking at a minimum. So all I could do was squeeze Blaine's hand and wait for our famlies to arrive.

It was twenty minutes later when my mom, both of Kurt's parents and who I assumed to be Blaine's mom came rushing in. Blaine and I were enveloped by our moms and we tried to get them off exclaiming about bruised and broken ribs. That sent both of them into a bit of crying and they wound up hugging each other. After that they properly introduced themselves to each other and my mom to Kurt's parents. We filled them in on what happened. Burt was furious and pulled me into a hug as well telling me how thankful he was that I showed up. I smiled at him and told him Kurt was very precious to me. His mom, who is his step-mom, was crying as she told me how thankful she was that I was there.

"Um, Blaine, want some coffee?", I asked trying to get away from all the attention. I didn't do well with being this close to so many people.

Blaine must of sensed my stress because he got an arm around me and led me down to the cafeteria. We grabbed or drinks and found a table in a corner with no one else near by. I sighed.

"Thanks Blaine. I owe you one."

He chuckled. "Any day. You saved me and Kurt so honestly I owe you."

I smiled. "I just wanted to see you safe."

There was a pause and then Blaine said, "Irridessa, can I ask you something?"

"Well, you just did but you can ask another," I said cheekily.

I smiled and then his face turned serious. "Dessa, when you started...fighting the football team you seemed to..go into a trance."

Uh-oh.

"You started calling Jason 'Theo' and Kurt..Celeste."

I gulped. I talked in my flashback.

"What was that about."

I almost wanted to tell Blaine. Everything. But I didn't want him to pity me. And I don't care if it'd been three years I still didn't wanna talk about it.

"Blaine. I know you trust me. And I trust you to an extent. But what happened when I fought Jason and the rest of them and what happened to me many many years ago is not something I am yet willing to share. I'll make you the same promise I did with Kurt. One day, if I feel I can trust you with what happened, I will tell you everything. I promise."

I held my pinkie out for him to take. He smiled sadly. But took it.

"Deal."

Xxxxxx

Kurt got out of surgery not long after that. We waited in his room for another ten minutes for him to wake up. He drowsily opened his eyes.

"Dessiee, Blaine? What happened?". His head turned around. "I'm in the Hospital aren't I?"

We nodded. Blaine was crying and I felt tears prickiling at my eyes.

"You've been in surgery for a while. There was a lot of internal bleeding." Blaine explained.

We talked idly about what happened. Burt and Carole came in and hugged Kurt. Then they told us what I was dreading.

"The police will be here soon. They have to take your statements."

I wanted to smack someone or kick a chair over. My past would be brought into this and once again my sanity would be questioned. Lovely.

A/N: Sorry it took so long! I was dragged on 'vacation'. Yeah right. It was visiting family. But I did get to go to Kings Island in Ohio! Hehe, its been mentioned in glee... Hope you like it, please review, that would make my day!