Title: They came at last to the far one
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Gilgamesh
Warnings: based on what I found on the Charmed wiki while researching, this is AU; changed future; post-graduation for Glee
Pairings: Kurt/Puck; canon for Charmed
Point of view: third
Prompt: Kurt and Fred defending and protecting Puck when Wyatt and Chris discover that their kind-of-cousin is alive
Kurt was studying for a poetry test when two teenagers arrived in a puff of magic and landed on his bedroom floor. He looked at them for a long moment; they seemed stunned, but no worse for the wear, so he marked his place in his notes and carefully set his laptop aside.
“Do you need medical care?” he asked.
Babe? Noah called from his job as bouncer for a titty bar.
Just some unexpected visitors, he replied. Don’t worry. I assume some spell went wrong.
The larger boy lifted his head, groaning. “Definitely the wording,” he muttered. He looked at Kurt. “Where are we?” he demanded, rolling to his feet and crouching in front of the other kid.
Kurt crossed his arms and raised a brow. “You’re in my apartment,” he said. “Without my permission, by the way. If I weren’t sure it’s an innocent magical mishap, I’d call the authorities on you for trespassing.”
Actually, he’d call his boyfriend. Or deal with it himself, depending on who the trespassers were. Two kids, he could probably handle.
“We’re sorry,” the second boy said, standing. The other shifted to stay in front of him. Since he was about twice as tall and broad, he was successful. “What year is it, please?”
Time traveling magical mishap. Wonderful. And a test worth half his grade tomorrow.
“2013,” he said. “November, New York.”
“Well, that’s not so bad,” the politer boy said. “Only seven years, Wyatt.”
Wyatt glowered at Kurt. He was maybe seventeen, so only a couple years younger (relatively speaking), but taller than Finn was at that age, a halo of blond hair and angry blue eyes. The other kid was shorter than Kurt with wild brown hair. Kurt’s pretty sure he’s younger than Wyatt.
Fred, he called, letting Noah hear, too. I have a pair of magically displaced boys in my bedroom.
She orbed in immediately and blanched. “Wyatt Halliwell!”
Well now, that was interesting. Noah, he said, you may want to come home. Not an emergency! he quickly added.
“And Chris,” Fred said faintly. “The oldest Warren kids. Oh, crap.”
Your cousins have traveled back in time, Kurt told Noah.
Noah laughed. Fuck, that’s awesome. What a way to meet the family.
Fred shot Kurt a panicked look. He ignored her to ask, “Would either of you like a refreshment?” He slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, keeping his gaze on Wyatt. He was almost positive the kid didn’t have any powers since a younger version of him should be in San Francisco, but just in case…
“Yes, please,” Chris said. He stepped out from behind Wyatt. “Don’t mind my brother,” he told Kurt with a smile. “He’s just… overprotective.”
Kurt smiled back and led the way to the kitchen. As he served grape juice, cheese, and crackers, Noah said, Told Bossman there’s a family emergency. Should I teleport or ride my bike?
I just now got Wyatt to calm down, Kurt said. Ride the bike.
Chris talked as he nibbled at the snacks. “Our spell was supposed to summon the strongest witch of our bloodline,” he explained. “Instead, it dumped us in your bedroom.” He studied Kurt with a sharp eye; after a moment, he looked back down at his crackers. “The wording must have been unclear.”
Fred choked on her cheese, then gulped down her grape juice.
And the night just got better and better.
Wyatt and Chris stared at Fred as she settled down. She gave them a slightly sick smile. “I’ll go find your dad,” she said and orbed out. Kurt snickered into his own drink, a mint tea. He’d intended it to be his treat after he finished studying (he really didn’t like Dickinson), but now it did nicely in helping him deal with all the drama.
“My boyfriend will be home in a few minutes,” Kurt announced into the silence. He did not want Wyatt to flip and try to kill Noah just because he walked in the door.
“Is he a witch, too?” Chris asked, snagging a cube of cheese from Wyatt’s plate.
Kurt nodded. “Noah actually helped me learn my powers.” He refilled both their glasses while Chris looked around the kitchen.
“From what I’ve seen,” he said politely, “you have a lovely home.”
Smiling, Kurt replied, “Oh, thank you! I put a lot of effort into it. Noah and Fred couldn’t have cared less what the place looked like.”
“Fred?” Chris asked. “Your whitelighter?”
Nodding, Kurt said, “I’m her only charge, so she lives here.”
There was much more to it, of course, involving Noah not playing well with others and nosy Elders knowing more than was healthy (for them), but the kids had enough to worry about.
And if all went well, they might learn it eventually, anyway.
You scheming bitch, Noah said fondly.
Hush, dear, Kurt shot back.
He and Chris discussed literature while Wyatt sulked next to his brother. After a few minutes, Fred orbed back in at the same time Noah unlocked the door and stalked down the hall to the kitchen.
Fred looked at Noah, then the Halliwells, and finally Kurt. “Leo said I can bring the boys to the Manor or he and the sisters will come here.”
Chris perked up and even Wyatt dropped his stone face to smile.
Kurt met Noah’s eyes. You coming with? he asked.
Noah nodded, his badass smirk melting to something sweeter, something almost excited. Of course, babe.
Kurt asked Fred, Any wards Noah will trip?
I don’t think so. He is of the Warren bloodline. She held out a hand to Chris; Wyatt grabbed it instead, shoving his way between them.
Chris rolled his eyes, letting Wyatt take his hand. Fred held out her other one to Kurt, who looked at Noah; Noah walked through the kitchen to pull Kurt close for a quick kiss.
Don’t worry, Kurt, Noah said. The wards won’t notice me at all.
Fred cleared her throat. “Are we ready, then? Good.”
Kurt hated orbing. Noah laughed in his mind, promising they’d have fun teleporting his way later.
When the world came back into focus, three beautiful, dangerous women and a smiling whitelighter were standing around the group.
“Mom!” Chris said. “Hey! You look so young.” The woman with the longest dark hair smiled; the two others laughed.
Kurt clasped his hands together and said, “Ms. Halliwell, your sons had a magical mishap and wound up in my apartment.”
“Yeah,” Ms. Halliwell said, “that’s pretty common around here.”
“Thank you,” the whitelighter, Leo, said. “We owe you.”
Kurt glanced at Noah. The sister with the shortest dark hair hadn’t looked away from him since Chris’ comment.
Noah had her cheekbones.
“I’m Kurt Hummel,” he said, trying to take attention off Noah. “My mom was the last Mortana.” All three sisters looked to Leo, who nodded. “This is Noah Puckerman,” he said, reaching out for Noah’s hand. Noah clutched his fingers tightly, nervously whispering, I can’t do it, Kurt. I can’t.
Aloud, Kurt said, “And our whitelighter, Miss Fredricka.” He smiled at the Charmed Ones, the kids, and Leo. “We were glad to help. Now, we have a busy day tomorrow, so, Fred, if you could take us home?”
Fred lifted her hand to his shoulder. Chris called, “Thank you, Kurt!” and Wyatt finally spoke to say, “Thanks.”
Their mother pulled them into a hug; their dad joined in.
And Noah’s mother shouted, “Wait!”
Fred quickly stopped orbing. Ms. Halliwell shoved the boys behind her and the third sister planted herself firmly in front of them, too.
“I know you,” Noah’s mother said. “Who are you?”
She had eyes only for Noah, arms wrapped around her middle, and she stepped forward. She looked tired, with a good bit of her baby-weight still clinging to her. Fred had told them when she gave birth to her third daughter earlier in the year, a rare hint that she knew the truth. Noah’s fourth and youngest baby sister.
“I,” Noah said, “I’m nobody.”
Kurt’s fingers were starting to ache from Noah’s grip.
“You’re lying,” his mother, Phoebe, the middle Charmed sister, said. “And you’re terrified, and you want something so bad it hurts, and I know you.”
Noah looked at Kurt, begging, Babe, please, and Kurt wrapped him up in love and trust and You’re Noah, you’re strong, I have faith in you.
“I’m Noah Puckerman,” he said, holding on to Kurt and looking only into Phoebe Halliwell’s eyes. But I could’ve been—” His voice broke and he took a deep breath. “I would’ve been the son of the Source and his queen.”
Phoebe gasped, falling back a step. Piper brought her hands up and Paige opened her mouth, Wyatt tried to charge past his father, Leo blinked in shock—
And Chris exclaimed, “The spell worked!”
Everyone paused to look at him and Kurt laughed, doubling over and nearly losing his balance. He would’ve gone down, if Noah hadn’t caught him.
“Well, it did,” Chris insisted, going around his dad, brother, mother, and aunt. “Me and Wyatt tried to summon the most powerful witch of the Warren bloodline.” Kurt looked up in time to see Chris smile and say, “We found him!” It set him off again.
Babe, it would really help if you calmed down, Noah said. I can’t handle this without you.
Kurt took a deep breath, straightened up to lean against him, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Sorry, sweetie. “Noah is no threat at all to any of you,” Kurt said firmly. He met Piper’s eyes, then everybody else’s one by one, leaving Phoebe for last. “He’s been wanting for years to reconnect with you all.” He paused for a moment to check their reactions. Phoebe looked like she was about to sob; everyone else looked somewhere between excited (Chris) and apprehensive (his parents, brother, and aunt). “Fred will take us home,” he said, gently pulling Noah closer. “You will deal with the time travel mishap. On Saturday, Fred will visit, see if you’re open to meeting Noah again.”
“That sounds good,” Paige said. “It gets my vote.”
“Mine, too,” Chris piped up, making almost everyone smile again.
“Noah,” Phoebe said. “Peter… you’re grown up. So beautiful.”
Kurt stepped in front of his boyfriend, sending a silent command to Fred. “Saturday,” he said. “Not before.” He looked directly at Chris. “Good luck.”
Chris grinned, Fred touched Kurt’s shoulder, Phoebe sobbed, and the world erupted in white light.
Noah pulled him in, after they landed, wrapped around him, and they clung to each other on the floor. Fred dropped a quick kiss on both their heads and went to her room.
Kurt just held Noah, murmuring in his mind and aloud, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
He hoped the Halliwells did the right thing. He supposed he’d find out in three days, but for now, he said, “C’mon, love, let’s go to bed.”
Noah nodded against his chest, letting Kurt pull him to his feet, lead him to their room. “That was the third hardest thing I’ve ever done,” Noah muttered as Kurt laid him down.
“What were the top two?” Kurt asked, undressing him and tucking him under the comforter.
“Giving Beth away,” Noah said (Kurt made a mental note to inform the Halliwells of another branch on the family tree, if they had contact on Saturday).
“And?” he asked, quickly stripping and curling into Noah’s side.
“And that first night I went to your bed.”
Kurt kissed him and turned the light off with a thought.
“I love you,” Noah said. “And if they don’t want anything to do with me…”
“I’ve been thinking, Noah, and well,” Kurt began, shifting till he was half on Noah’s chest and murmuring the words against his mouth.
“What, babe?” Noah asked, bringing his arms up to hold Kurt.
“Marry me, in the spring,” he said. “After next semester is over.”
Noah said nothing for a long moment, and then he breathed out, “Yes.”