Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters or this storyline, which is totally not a rip off of Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Season 2 episode, "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered". Also, I am not a Wiccan and my knowledge of Wicca extends to episodes of Charmed and Buffy and that's about it. I'm sorry if I offend anyone with my woeful lack of familiarity with the subject. Just know that this story is for entertainment purposes, and not meant as an expert's guide to the religion.
Summary: Kurt, Tina, and Santana are witches when a spell goes wrong and havoc erupts at the school. It's up to these three (with a little help from their friends) to set everything right. What they hadn't counted on, however, was just how much would be revealed during their mission to save their school. Past secrets will be revealed, friendships will be tested, and a ruthless enemy will emerge, pushing the three novice witches to the brink of their abilities as their very lives and the lives of their loved ones are threatened.
*Pronunciation guide at the end of the story.
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Kurt Hummel snapped awake, his brow wet with sweat and a scream ready to burst from the back of his throat. He'd had another nightmare. This wasn't unusual for him, but for some reason this nightmare was especially vivid. It wasn't a mystery as to why he had another nightmare; it was October 31st. Halloween had come again.
It's not that he was against Halloween; in fact, since he was a witch, he should have celebrated Halloween joyously for what it was: Samhain*, the pagan new year, the festival that occurred every fall to celebrate the plentiful harvest. As a witch on Samhain he should have been running naked through fields of heather or out burning grape vines as a sacrifice and chanting down the Goddess under the harvest moon. Instead he lay in bed, working up the courage to go out and face the world.
The main reason why he wasn't excited for Samhain was because it marked the anniversary of his mother's death. Sixteen years ago, when he was but a year old, his mother died in a car accident during a freak storm. Just thinking about it made his eyes cloud over with tears. Each year on Halloween he didn't go to school, too depressed to even get out of bed, but this year he knew he had to go. Santana and Tina, his coven mates, his sisters within the magickal world, were waiting for him.
Over a year ago the three of them had discovered they were witches when while doing research inside their high school library for a family tree project a mysterious book made its way into their midst. Kurt was the first one to look it over and was startled to find pictures of himself, Santana, and Tina drawn inside in ink that seemed to move and flow from page to page. Alerting the two girls to the book, they poured over it for days before the book began writing to them, the ink spelling out words to them as it narrated its story.
The book, or the Grimoire* as it came to be known, told them they were witches, as were their mothers, and their mothers before them, and so on and so on since as far back as the book could remember. Each generation of witches had formed a coven, to pass on their magickal secrets and aid one another in the fight against demons and witches who would steal their magick or harm the mortal world in any way.
Finding out about their destiny took each of them by surprise; but upon further reflection they realized it made perfect sense. Finally an explanation for why strange things happened around them: why Kurt could always tell when it was going to rain, or why Santana had a propensity for starting fires when she was angry or why Tina had a horrible cut one day and a few hours later it would have healed without a scar.
Santana took to magick expertly, casting spells that the other two couldn't get to work. Tina was much better at making potions and remembering spells. Kurt seemed to be the worst at it. He could never get his spells to come out correctly, when he could remember them, and his potions always seemed to have the added side-effect of making everything pink.
That was when they practiced alone, however. Whenever they were together, within close proximity to each other, their magick seemed to magnify. Their spells had a greater chance of working, and their potions always had the desired effect. Still, they'd been witches for barely a year; all they could do was light fires and do simple glamour spells or summon the occasional spark of electricity. They hadn't delved too deeply to do truly awesome things with their magick.
The Grimoire, which they were convinced was alive, also took this into consideration as it guided them through their magickal learning. It would only show them the simplest of spells, and it taught them to remember things by showing them a spell one day, and when they went back to look for it again it would be gone. This frustrated them greatly, but what was worse than that was the books propensity to give them nightmares or visions whenever one of them was in charge of it.
All three of them had lost their mothers: Kurt's in the car accident, Tina's and Santana's by sudden cancer and a convenience store robbery, respectively, all when they were very young. It explained why they knew nothing of their magickal lineage, but still left many unanswered questions, such as how did the Grimoire end up in the library? And who was the fourth person that completed the coven, the one the Grimoire mentioned once but wouldn't elaborate on after realizing its mistake?
Kurt groaned in annoyance as he got out of bed and got ready for school. He hated going, but he promised Tina and Santana he'd be there, if only so they could keep an eye on him because they knew the significance of the day for him. He dressed in black in honor of his mother's memory (fabulously, as always), and greeted his father and Carole before leaving with Finn to school.
Kurt strode into school, the Grimoire tucked safely into his messenger bag but weighing him down with each step he took. He barely sidestepped Azimio and Karofsky, who were busy tormenting a pair of freshman. When he was fairly close to them, as they were right by the entrance, he swore they froze in what they were doing and sniffed the air, as if they could smell him. Feeling foolish for even thinking it, Kurt snuck by them and entered McKinley High.
He walked down the halls, sure everyone was staring at him as he made his way to Santana and Tina. This wasn't unusual; being the only out gay student in the entire school, and if he thought so, the only fabulously dressed student for miles, he was used to being the center of people's attention, whether good or bad was inconsequential.
There was something different about today, however. He could literally feel people staring at him. He could feel their gazes burning into him, looking at him, undressing him. He saw it, too. He saw boys gaping at him, their expressions stiffening as he walked past; girls, too were looking at him, but mostly in that 'how could he like boys', 'I wonder where he got that outfit' kind of way, not in the threatening way the boys were looking at him.
Blaming the Grimoire, sure it was making him paranoid and crazy, he rushed to Santana and Tina's locker, the student's stares itching at his skin.
"I hate this thing," he whispered to them, lugging the Grimoire out of his bag and shoving it into Santana's chest.
"Nightmares again?" Tina asked.
"Yes," Kurt said, crossing his arms as he remembered the horrible images that passed through his dreaming mind last night. "Among other things."
"Well, deal with it," Santana said, shoving the book right back into Kurt's chest, nearly knocking him over. "I had it yesterday and I swear to God it caused the entire power on my block to go out."
Kurt looked pleadingly to Tina, who said, "Sorry, Kurt. I had it the day before Santana, and I can't be sure but I think it made it rain only over my house like I had my own personal storm cloud."
"It's your turn, live with it," Santana said, slamming her locker shut. "And I used up all the mugwort so we have to collect some more."
"That can only be gathered during the full moon," Kurt said, walking down to his locker with Santana and Tina following directly behind. Spinning open his combo lock he deposited the Grimoire in before removing a text book he needed. "And we just gathered three whole jars full. What could you have possibly used it all on?"
"I know," Tina volunteered, looking at Santana smugly.
"Shut up," Santana said, rolling her eyes.
"Mugwort, when combined with heather oil and ground dragon's eye quartz and applied directly to the genitals, provides instantaneous arousal in men and repeated orgasm for women," Tina recited. Of the three of them, Tina was the best versed in the Grimoire's magick.
"You used all the mugwort for sex?" Kurt asked, eyebrow raised.
"So what?" Santana asked with an eye roll. "Tina used all the pink candles to glamour her eyes blue."
"Yeah, but at least I replaced them," Tina snapped back. "It takes three people to gather mugwort and we can't do it for another two weeks!"
"Whatever," Santana said, adjusting her ponytail and smoothing out her skirt. "So what are we doing tonight for Samhain?"
"I don't really feel like doing anything," Kurt said, closing his locker.
"We have to!" Tina said. "It's the first Samhain since we became witches. We have to commemorate it somehow." Kurt didn't exactly share Tina's enthusiasm, something which didn't escape Santana's eye.
"We could go to the cemetery," Santana said, leaning against the row of lockers and staring at the students as they passed by. "Say hi to the moms, maybe cast a circle and chant a little."
"That would be nice," Tina said, looking to Kurt for approval.
"Yes, that would be," Kurt agreed. He knew Santana would never let him hug her, so he settled for bumping his shoulder against hers good naturedly, making a faint smile stretch across the Latina's face before she rolled her eyes and whipped out her cell phone to send Brittany a quick sext. Tina and Kurt were discussing some possible performances for Glee Club when Puck strutted up behind Kurt, threw his arm over his shoulder and pulled him away from the girls.
"'Sup Hummel?" Puck said, his arm tightening around Kurt as he subconsciously flexed his bicep.
"Puck," Kurt greeted, shuddering as he felt the heat emanating from Puck's armpit burn onto his neck. "To what do I owe the pleasure of getting to smell your deodorant so very early in the morning?"
"Just wanted to say thanks for letting me borrow your English notes," Puck said, shoving a few pages of loose leaf paper into Kurt's chest. Kurt looked them over and saw that they were stained with various food items, and they were wrinkled and creased whereas when he gave them to Puck they were in pristine condition.
"Since when do you care about English?" Santana asked, looking up from her phone.
"Since I speak it everyday," Puck snapped, his arm still wrapped around Kurt's neck. "What's it to you, Lopez?"
"Nothing," Santana said, looking back down and smirking as her thumbs diddled along her cell phone. "Nothing at all." Tina smiled widely, looking at each boy proudly before making a hasty excuse to be somewhere else, and when Santana didn't take the hint she dragged her away with her further down the hallway.
"Can I extricate my head from under your bicep now?" Kurt asked.
"You mean you don't like feeling my guns wrapped around you?" Puck asked, flexing his bicep for Kurt's enjoyment.
"Not when they threaten to cut off my circulation," Kurt said. Puck released Kurt, who promptly fixed his hair and glared disapprovingly at Puck. "And in the future, I hope you can find another way to express your thanks without wrapping an appendage around my body."
"Does that mean I can't wrap anything around you, or I can't use an appendage?" Puck smiled evilly. "Because the second option could really lend itself to some happy times for Puckzilla."
"You're really trying to make me throw up, aren't you?" Kurt said as he walked down the hall, not really intending for Puck to follow.
"So, what are you doing for Halloween?" Puck asked, sticking his hands in his pockets nervously, which contradicted the confidence he exhibited only seconds before.
"I don't have anything planned," Kurt lied. "You?"
"Maybe steal some candy from some kids, egg some houses, howl at the moon; you know, typical juvenile delinquent stuff," Puck said, whether jokingly or not Kurt was unsure.
"And will my house be thusly egged this Halloween?" Kurt asked.
"Dude, you know I wouldn't do that to you," Puck said seriously. Kurt arched his eyebrow at Puck, who quickly clarified, "I mean, not anymore, you know, since I joined Glee. Besides, that was years ago. I know you better now, and I'd like to think we're too close as friends for me to do shit like that to you again."
"Be careful, Puck, or someone might actually mistake you for a caring human being instead of a badass sex shark with no soul," Kurt said with a smile. Puck couldn't help but smile as well.
"Yeah, well, maybe that wouldn't be so bad," Puck said, rubbing his mohawk nervously.
"I suppose not," Kurt said, tilting his head as he looked at Puck thoughtfully. They stayed glued to the spot in the hall, Puck shifting nervously from foot to foot and Kurt fiddling with his messenger bag strap.
"I guess I should go," Puck said as the bell rang. Kurt waited for him to say something else, but the boy simply waved stupidly as he left to class. Well, knowing Puck, he was most likely off to nap in the nurse's office or lift weights in the gym instead of class. "See ya."
"Smooth," Santana commented as she walked in the opposite direction of Kurt and Puck, Tina hitting her shoulder as she walked with her, both of them witnessing the boys' interaction from further down the hall. Puck had the faintest hint of a blush starting as he called Santana a bitch underneath his breath as she passed.
"What was that all about?" Mercedes asked as she walked up to Kurt.
"I honestly have no idea," Kurt said, turning on his heel and linking arms with Mercedes as they walked to class.
The morning passed without further incident; except for the fact that in every class, and during every break between class, boys would stare at Kurt. He wasn't sure at first, but when they would crane their necks in the hall to stare at him, or scrape their chairs loudly in the classroom to turn in their seats and look at him, he couldn't have been more positive.
He excused himself during study hall to go to the bathroom and check his complexion for a blackhead or food particle stuck to his cheek as an explanation for everyone's sudden interest in him. Entering the girls' restroom, he quickly whipped out his compact mirror and surveyed his face. No food in his teeth, no whitehead ready to burst on his forehead, no cut or bruise or stamp that said 'homo' on it written across his face; so why the hell was everyone staring at him?
He shut his compact and just as he made to exit, Rachel Berry entered the bathroom. "There you are, Kurt," she said, her pink and purple plaid skirt clashing horribly with an orange cardigan with a picture of a goldfish on it. "Mr. Schue is looking for you."
"Did he say what for?" Kurt asked.
"No," she said with a shrug. "I was just in there, calmly asking him questions about Sectionals and suggesting people with appropriate amounts of talent for solos when he asked me to find you."
"That's odd," he said. "I've never known you to do anything calmly."
"Yes, well, you should see him right away," Rachel said, hiding her offense at his calling her anything but calm. "We have a fire drill in twenty minutes and you wouldn't want to miss that. I of course am a school sanctioned fire marshal, so I must be on my way to help with the preparations."
"Don't we just all stand outside on the football field for fifteen minutes while the teachers take role?" Kurt asked, unimpressed with Rachel's duty.
"Of course, but someone must help with search and rescue," she said as she pulled a giant flashlight from a hidden skirt pocket and shined it in Kurt's face. "Students hide around campus and I and a small group of ambitious, like-minded leaders must find them in order for the drill to be called off."
"What an important job," Kurt said sarcastically.
"Thank you," Rachel beamed, not catching Kurt's criticism.
"Well, I must be off," Kurt said, gliding around Rachel as he exited the bathroom. "Goodbye, Rachel. As always it's been…regretful." With that Kurt strode off for Mr. Schue's office.
A/N: Hey guys! So this story is magical within itself; it started as a oneshot, then a five part series, and now it's pushing the limits at ten chapters! Seriously, it has a life of its own.
This was actually supposed to be completed BY Halloween, but I suck at deadlines and now it's starting on Halloween. Lazy author is lazy.
Thanks for reading and reviewing!
A/N 2: Guide to reading: So Samhain is pronounced "SOW-en" and I spell magick with a "k" as it refers to the actual supernatural and not stage magic, or illusion. Shut up, I read it somewhere. And Grimoire is pronounced "GRIM-war".
And for future reference I will try to include any notes on spelling or pronunciation at the end of the chapter.