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Charmed/Glee - pre-Puck/Kurt, AU


Title: there is a way to keep yourself from becoming your father
Fandom: Charmed/Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from James Humphrey
Warnings: spoilers for Glee’s season 2 finale; AU
Pairings: mentions of Cole Turner/Phoebe Halliwell
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 640
Point of view: third
Prompt: Puck wanted to put something else on his shirt, but he couldn't. He knew he was adopted and he knew what he was, but something in his gut was keeping him from putting "HALLIWELL" on that shirt.   Gen, slash, or het are fine. For ships, I'm fine with Puck getting paired with (in no particular order) Finn, Kurt, Quinn, or Rachel.

 
 

Puck had always known what he was. He dreamt about the life he could've had, the life that was stolen when a demon tore him from his mother's womb and cast him adrift in time.

He only survived because of magic. Ruth Puckerman found him; her own newborn had died suddenly and her husband was barely around, and no one noticed the difference.

Had he stayed with his mother and her sisters, he would've been named Peter. Ruth gave him the name her son had had: Noah. Thankfully, the demon that stole him also bound his powers or things could have gone very badly. As it was, for a long time he thought he was crazy. The things he dreamt were insane, and his mother told him magic didn’t exist, and there were no other witches or demons in Lima, Ohio.

By his junior year, though, the binding wore off. He remembered everything, and he knew more. He knew that magic didn’t just exist, but that he had more than anyone rightfully should. So he faked a visit to juvie and left town, going somewhere where no one was so that he could practice. Learn control, learn his limits. He even thought about contacting his blood family, but… well. He remembered everything. They didn’t want him. Nobody wanted him because he was a monster. A jackass and a bully and pure evil incarnate.

He could levitate. He’d always been able to tell what people felt; he’d just shut it off and ignored it so that he could shove people around. He could do some kind of teleportation thing now. He could create fire, which was fairly awesome, and see hazy visions of the future, which wasn’t. Because his future, at the moment, ended in demons showing up and claiming their prince, and putting him on a throne as their figure-head bitch-boy.

Puck returned to school. He shoved all his powers down tight and tried not to lose his temper, and pretended that he was a badass, when he was actually terrified all the time. He let himself get caught up in teenage drama, hoping that would help, but his premonitions kept getting darker and bloodier, and he wished so much that he was just Noah Puckerman. A normal kid. A bully and a jackass and a Lima loser.

But he wasn’t. He would’ve been Peter Halliwell, son of the Source of All Evil and a Charmed One. And now that his powers were all back online, demons knew he was alive.

When Kurt came back and they were all about to perform that Gaga chick’s new song, Puck tried to think of something to put on his shirt. He thought about Halliwell or demon or, his favorite, Source’s Son, but instead chose with stupid and an arrow to his crotch. It was expected, it was easy, and no one would think twice.

He decided to leave town after Nationals. Maybe he’d get lost in New York, where there were so many witches and demons nobody would notice him. Ruth could focus on Sarah and no one would miss him.

So while everyone else clung to each other in the girls’ hotel room, Puck grabbed a knapsack and walked down the stairs. Once he was alone on the landing three floors down, he leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and slowly, link by link, undid the chain he’d wrapped around his powers. They’d grown in the months since he practiced. He was at least twice as strong now. It was good that he was leaving. Demons wouldn’t be able to ignore him now, and if he wasn’t around people he cared for, he could fight back to his full extent.

Maybe he’d go back someday. Maybe he wouldn’t. He glanced back up the stairs, shouldered his bag, and continued on down.

 

 

Title: as if the water were a transmutation of fire
Fandom: Charmed/Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Elizabeth Bishop
Warnings: pre-series for Glee ; basic knowledge of Charmed should suffice
Pairings: Burt/Mrs. Hummel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 150
Point of view: third

 

 

 

Before she married Burt Hummel, Kathryn’s surname had been Mortana. Her family wasn’t as well-known as the Warren-Halliwells, but the Mortanas were just as old. Kathryn could craft exceedingly lifelike illusions and summon small objects; when her son was five, she bound his burgeoning powers. By that time, Kathryn already knew she didn’t have long.

 

Burt was a lovely man, strong and kind. She didn’t tell him she was a witch, but he knew something was different about her. She wove protection spells around their house and their son, and promised Burt that things would be fine after she was gone.

 

Kathryn died in the spring. Her son was seven and had already forgotten he could make rain dance or move his toys without touching them. The binding would wear off when he turned eighteen. She hoped her sister would help him then.

 

She left a letter, just in case.

 

Title: as if the water were a transmutation of fire
Fandom: Charmed/Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Elizabeth Bishop
Warnings: spoilers for Glee’s season 2 finale; AU
Pairings: pre-Puck/Kurt, Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1030
Point of view: third

 

 

Kurt had dreams, sometimes, where he made a storm. He and his mom spun around in the wind, laughing. They had tea parties in the eye of a hurricane and Kurt served the tea without touching the pot or the cups.

 

Childish fancy, of course. Magic wasn’t real. Psychics were all charlatans. If Mama or Kurt had magic, Mama wouldn’t have died. Kurt could’ve protected himself from bullies. Dad wouldn’t have had a heart-attack.

 

Puck wouldn’t have vanished in New York. Kurt was still angry about that—on the heels of their loss, Puck left with no explanation. Puck, who he’d begun to realize wasn't quite such a jerkass, who could be funny and kind. And he’d just walked out.

 

Kurt tried to forget him during the summer before senior year. He focused on Blaine and training himself for the career on stage he’d always planned. 

 

Rachel kept them up-to-date on her calls to the NYPD about Puck. All evidence suggested Puck had left of his own volition, and he was eighteen. The police didn’t expend much effort to find him. Even his mom didn’t seem to care.

 

Senior year started. Kurt expected the bullying to pick back up, but it didn’t. Glee was fun, school was easy, Blaine loved him—life was good, finally.

 

Then Kurt found a letter from his mom and turned eighteen.

 

Those dreams of making a storm and serving tea without touching anything? Weren’t dreams. They were memories. He was a witch, like his mother before him. She’d bound his powers when she learned she was dying so that he wouldn’t lash out with a child’s grief.

 

Holy shit. Kurt skipped school the day after his birthday and went to his mother’s grave. He accidently made a storm and figured out how to dissipate it. He yelled and cussed and cried, and he went home when the sun set.

 

His dad and Blaine and the entirety of New Directions waited for him, all angry and annoyed. Dad shouted at him, then Finn did, and Blaine just pulled him close. “Tell me when you’re taking a personal day,” Dad said. “Don’t just vanish without a word.”

 

“Sorry,” Kurt said. He hadn’t even thought about Puck or what people might think when he skipped school and then ignored all calls and text throughout the day.

 

His friends stayed the night, and Finn didn’t let Kurt out of his sight.

 

0o0

 

One day, Puck showed up in the choir room in time for glee. He sprawled over two chairs, smirking, as all Hell broke loose.   He didn’t say anything as everyone yelled, demanding to know where he’d been and what he’d been doing.

 

Practice was cancelled. They all went to Breadstix.

 

Puck ended up next to Kurt, arm across the back of his chair, and he said, “Life’s an interesting thing, Hummel.” When Kurt glanced over, Puck wiggled his fingers and a fork flew to his hand.

 

Kurt blinked. As he watched, Puck called a spoon and knife, then Finn’s coke. He looked at Puck, at the smirk twisting his lips, and muttered, “You’re a goddamned jackass, Puckerman.”

 

Puck shrugged, leaned in close, and murmured, “Meet me in your backyard tonight. Got somethin’ to show you.”

 

After the meal, Rachel dragged Puck to his mother’s house. Kurt was almost late for a date with Blaine, so he rushed off without prettying up.

 

He only half-focused on Blaine. Finally, Blaine said, “I think we’d be better as friends, Kurt.” It really was a long time coming, so Kurt nodded. Blaine kissed his forehead, promised to call tomorrow, left enough money to cover the check, and walked away.

 

Kurt sat there, wondering why didn’t feel worse.

 

He went home early, changed into sweatpants and one of Dad’s old shirts, and grabbed a towel. He lay down in the backyard and designed the clouds into shapes while he waited for Puck.

 

“You’re good at that,” Puck observed an hour later, just before sunset.

 

“My mom used to play this game with me,” Kurt said. “I didn’t even remember ‘til the binding went away.”

 

Puck collapsed next to him. His hair was long, messy and falling into his eyes. He didn’t look so badass anymore, but he’d never seemed more dangerous. “Where’s the folks?” he asked.

 

“Dad’s working late tonight. Carole’s having a girls’ night out with some friends and Finn’s on a not-date with Rachel.” Kurt frowned for a moment. “Or Jesse. Maybe both.” He shrugged.

 

Puck laughed. “Well, then,” he said. “We can take our time.” He sat up and held out a hand. “Come with me, Kurt.”

 

Kurt looked at him. “You left,” he said. “I’m not ready to.”

 

Puck didn’t lower his hand. “I left because I was alone.” He leaned over, squarely meeting Kurt’s gaze. “I’m not alone anymore.”

 

Kurt took his hand. Puck smiled, squeezed him tight, and said, “Hang on.”

 

Kurt barely had time to breathe before they were somewhere else. “I used to practice here,” Puck said, helping Kurt stand. “I’ll be sticking close for now, so you can, too.”

 

After a few deep breaths, Kurt slugged his arm. “Warn me next time!”

 

Puck snickered at him. Kurt rolled his eyes and said, “Show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

 

Instead of replying sarcastically or disgustingly, Puck held up a fist and it burst into flame.

 

They spent the next few hours showing off; Puck made more than enough light to see by. He was better, of course, because he’d had his whole life to get used to his powers. He still hadn’t explained why he’d left or come back, but he promised to stay for awhile.

 

Finally, when Kurt flung himself back to sprawl on the dirt, Puck said, “We should head home. I’ll show for glee tomorrow.”

 

“Okay,” Kurt muttered, nearly asleep. He barely noticed Puck teleport them to his room, or when Puck teleported out again.

 

Kurt didn’t realize until he saw Puck again at glee that he was in the process of developing a crush. “Shit,” he mumbled, sitting besides Brittany. Puck sauntered over and sprawled on the chair next to him.

 

“’s’up,” he said, smirking. For a moment, it almost looked like a smile.

 

 



continues here

Comments

( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
maldeluxx
Jun. 16th, 2011 09:11 pm (UTC)
Although I never watched Charmed nor have much interest in watching it, I do dig this crossover combination a lot. I really like how Puck is in this, and Kurt's part is great too :D
tigriswolf
Jun. 17th, 2011 05:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading!
charis_kalos
Jun. 17th, 2011 02:24 am (UTC)
I love this crossover! Is there going to be more?
tigriswolf
Jun. 17th, 2011 05:13 pm (UTC)
At the moment, no, that's all I have. Do you have any particular request?

Thanks for reading!
charis_kalos
Jun. 17th, 2011 10:33 pm (UTC)
I kind of want Kurt's crush on Puck to turn into love that saves Puck from being "a monster. A jackass and a bully and pure evil incarnate." And them vanquishing evil together.
tigriswolf
Jun. 20th, 2011 03:36 pm (UTC)
How do you feel about Kurt's whitelighter showing up and Puck getting all possessive?
charis_kalos
Jun. 20th, 2011 10:13 pm (UTC)
Ooh, yes please!
tigriswolf
Jun. 21st, 2011 12:20 am (UTC)
Oh, good, that's what I wrote today. It's not quite finished yet, though.
charis_kalos
Jun. 21st, 2011 12:21 am (UTC)
I'm looking forward to it!
tigriswolf
Jun. 23rd, 2011 06:35 pm (UTC)
It's posted.
way_to_the_end
Jul. 1st, 2011 09:24 am (UTC)
I loved this crossover it had both dark (Puck) and light (Kurt)! Great!
tigriswolf
Jul. 2nd, 2011 04:04 am (UTC)
Thank you for reading!
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