I recently read the interview that Dianna Agron did for her cover shoot with Nylon magazine. I may now love her even more. She talked about watching "Practical Magic" and being into all these mystical things, like doing seances and mixing up stuff. Besides "Practical Magic" being one of my go-to feel-good films (I know it's not a great movie, but it's charming and simple and I can't help loving it), I realize I did a lot of the stuff Dianna did. Omg we have so much in common lol! Sorry. Moving on.

So that's basically what inspired this fic. I love Dianna and I love the idea of Quinn being like a 'Secret Circle' kind of character. And I can't seem to write anything that isn't Klaine. And besides, I also love the idea of Quinn and Kurt being siblings and having a special connection, even if they're very different.

So here goes. My first time doing a crossover fic. Or an 'insertfilmtitle" Glee Style.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Practical Magic. They belong to Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk, FOX, Alice Hoffman, Griffin Dunne and Warner Bros Pictures. I'm only having a bit of fun with them.

Practical Magic

-by HappyValentina


Chapter one: The Owens

For more than two hundred years, we Owens have been blamed for every bad thing that has ever happened in this town.

Is that why people hate us so much, aunt Santana?

They don't hate us, sweetie. We just... make them a little nervous.

Let's face it, Britt, we Owens have always caused a commotion.


It all began with Maria, our ancestor. Your ancestor.

A young woman, with ash blonde hair and bright blue-green eyes, stood proudly upon a platform. But not just any platform; it was a hanging platform, and she was to be executed immediately.

A group of people watched as a noose was placed around her neck. Some of them looked very satisfied that this was happening. Others looked dubious, as they noticed that she displayed no fear at all.

She was a witch. And the very first one in our family. And you, lovelies, are the most recent in a long and distinguished line.

So they wanted to hang her because of that? For being a witch?

Well... the fact that she was also sort of a heartbreaker didn't help. It also didn't it help that most of her lovers had wives on the hanging committee. But no. I don't think it was because of that. The fact is, they feared her because she had a gift. A power that has been passed down to you children. She had the gift of magic.

Taking a long glance around, Maria made a decision. She decided not to wait for fate anymore. Before her executioner could open the gate beneath her feet, she tentatively placed one foot forward, into the air, and prepared to leap.

And it was this very gift that saved her life.

Maria jumped, and the people gasped. Because as she fell, the rope snapped, and she landed with her two feet firmly on the grass, safe and sound.

Scrambling away in fear, the crowd quickly dispersed, leaving a confused but very self-satisfied Maria by herself. She shoved the ropes off her arms and tugged off the noose, and walked off as if nothing had happened.


She was banished here, alone, and with a baby on the way. She waited for her lover to come rescue her. But he never came. No one came.

In a moment of despair, she cast a spell upon herself: That she would never again feel the agony of love.

Feeling sorry for herself, Maria sat down in the field next to her unfinished home, and cried as if she would never be able to stop, oblivious to the consequences of her overwhelming sadness.

But as her bitterness grew, the spell turned into a curse. A curse on any person who dared to love an Owens.


So is that why daddy died? Because of the curse?

Yes, my darling. Your mother knew. She heard the beetle ticking for your father's death all day long. She knew that when you hear the sound of the deathwatch beetle, the person you love is doomed to die.

Elizabeth Owens watched gleefully as her husband tumbled and rolled happily on the grass with their two young children, Kurt and Quinn. Her smile vanished promptly when she heard it again.

It now even seemed to be whispering something, taunting her; Burt... Burt... Burt...


But that's how you came to live with us. We welcomed you into our lives then. And we've raised you the best way we know how.

Santana and Brittany walked down from the porch of the large Victorian house, to greet the two children as they approached, luggage in hand.

"In this house, we have chocolate cake for breakfast," Auntie Tanny announced in a mock no-nonsense voice, making the children laugh as they were led inside. "And we never bother with silly things like bedtimes or brushing our teeth."


But with the sweet... comes the sour.

Quinn and Kurt, decked in crazy costumes, with lips red from eating strawberries they picked from the garden, ran around the field, laughing. Quinn stopped in front of the gap of trees that shielded the property from view. On the other side of the white picket fence was a group of children. They didn't look quite so friendly, Kurt thought, but Quinn didn't seem to care.

So when you find yourselves the center of attention...

"You wanna play?" Quinn asked, smiling enthusiastically.

...It's not that they hate you. It's that... well... we're different.

Quinn was suddenly pelted by stones and other harmful objects, and fell to the ground in pain. Kurt rushed to her side, as the children began chanting.

"WITCH! WITCH! YOU'RE A BITCH!"

"WITCH! WITCH! YOU'RE A BITCH!"

"WITCH! WITCH! YOU'RE A BITCH!"

Kurt glared at them, because they wouldn't stop, even if Quinn was obviously hurt, crying softly. But he couldn't do much about it. All he could do was comfort her, and never leave her side.


"Quinn? Kurt?"

The children looked up with woeful expressions at their Aunt Brittany, who smiled sympathetically. The four of them sat at the table outside in the garden, having a tea party with biscuits, but the mood was not much for a party at all.

"You know the only real curse in this weird family is sitting right there at the end of the table. Your auntie Tanny," Brittany joked. At least the children laughed a little.

"Oh come on, Britt, you know very well that any person who gets involved with an Owens is bound to end up six feet under," aunt Santana argued.

"Oh come on," Brittany rolled her eyes.

"What about Misty?" Santana asked.

Misty was a young woman with whom aunt Brittany had had a tiny fling one time she and Santana got in a major fight, many many years ago. Brittany hadn't thought much about it then, because she loved Santana, but Misty had gotten a little too into it.

"That was an accident," Brittany shrugged. Misty had choked to death on a black olive.

"Fate," Santana countered.

"It was an accident."

"No no no, it was fate."

"Accident," Brittany said again, calmly.

"Fate!" Santana hissed in exasperation.

"How come if you two love each other, then nothing has happened to aunt Santana?" Quinn asked.

Brittany smiled endearingly at Santana, who gave a cocky smile.

"Well, I'm a witch. I have the means to avoid fate," she said confidently. "Well... most of the time."

"And I think it might be that she just likes me for my body," Brittany added. Kurt scrunched his nose.

"I'm hurt," Santana frowned at Brittany, who chuckled and grasped her hand.

Kurt fixed his eyes on the table.

"Mommy died of a broken heart, didn't she?" he asked.

The aunts exchanged looks.

"Yes, she did," aunt Santana said, sympathetically.

Again, Quinn and Kurt looked very crestfallen. Brittany reached to tickle Kurt's chin.

"Hey... my little wizard... let's go inside and do some spells!" she said excitedly.

"What about homework?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, don't be a nerd," Santana teased, getting up from the table. "You'll both learn things in this house that you would never learn in school. Let's go!"


Kurt sat at the table inside, with a huge dusty book open in front of him. He blew at the wick of a white candlestick, closing his eyes, and demonstrating great focus. Suddenly, the wick started smoking, and a flame flickered to life.

"Very good, Kurt! You have a gift," aunt Brittany congratulated him. Kurt smiled proudly at the now burning candle.

Quinn watched, perched on top of the table like a cat.

"What about me?" she asked, a little concerned.

"Oh, don't worry about it too much, Quinnie. Your talents will emerge in time."

Kurt and Quinn munched happily on more strawberries, when there was a knock at the door. The aunts pretended to ignore it for a moment, but Santana eventually got up, and Brittany imitated her.

"Uh, Kurt, you just stay right there. Keep working on your spells," she said, a little nervously. "Just keep working on your spells," she repeated, as she followed Brittany out of the room. It only awakened the children's curiosity, who had never seen their aunts flustered like that.

As soon as they were gone, Kurt intended to return to his work, but he and Quinn just stared at each other.

Without a word, Quinn leapt down from the table and left the room as well. Kurt instinctively followed her, and they tiptoed down the stairs as noiselessly as they could, hiding themselves in the last landing before they could reach the kitchen floor.

Looking through the bars of the staircase, they saw the aunts approaching the door. A young woman was clawing rather pathetically at the windowpanes, looking very distressed. But the aunts didn't open the door yet. They stared at her through the glass, as if analyzing her.

"You get the bird, I'll get the book," Santana said.

The children could still see what was happening, even as the aunts invited the woman into the house and led her into the greenhouse. Aunt Brittany was fetching a white dove carefully from the birdcage, while aunt Santana was leafing through another large book. The woman, fretting and fidgeting like crazy, sat at the head of the table and rambled on.

"I know he cheated on me, I know he did. And it's all I can think about. But I don't know how to get rid of him. I want him gone," she was saying. "And I want him to suffer."

Kurt and Quinn crouched next to one another, straining their ears to hear better over the noise of the bird, which was now chirping loudly in Brittany's hands, even as she was very gentle with it. It was as if it sense what was going to happen next.

"Calm down, Mercedes, maybe you don't wish him anything bad, but you just want to get rid of him," Brittany said, in that rather naive voice of her. The woman named Mercedes shook her head.

"Hell no, I want him to hurt. I want him to feel the same pain I've felt all this time. Why else would I come here, if not for a way to kill him without really killing him?"

"Just take the money, Britt," Santana said softly.

Brittany held the dove in her open palms now, the bird seeming to have calmed down. Santana handed Mercedes a long, thick needle, and Mercedes wiped away an angry tear as she braced herself.

Kurt held his breath, ready to close his eyes. He shook his head lightly, as if willing them all to stop.

"I want him to go, but I want him to love me so much that he can't stand it. I want him to hate himself for having lost me. I want him to torture himself for realizing he will never have me back," Mercedes said, a quiver in her hand, but conviction in her voice.

She pushed the needly firmly into the dove's chest. Kurt didn't see what happened next. He shut his eyes hard and put his hands over them too, and he turned his head and buried it in Quinn's chest.

Quinn couldn't look away; she was transfixed. She stroked her brother's hair comfortingly, but she was intent on not missing anything that went on in the greenhouse.

Aunt Santana turned and saw them, and held Quinn's gaze, an unreadable expression on her face. Kurt looked up, terrified and guilty, but unable to move.

Mercedes handed the needle to Brittany, her face like a stone.

"Be careful what you wish for," aunt Brittany said softly.

Mercedes suddenly smiled, a cold smile, and pulled out a picture of her boyfriend. She stared at it for a moment, then ripped it in half and let out a long deep breath.

"I hope I never fall in love... I hope I never fall in love... I hope I never fall in love... I hope I never fall in love..." Kurt whispered to himself over and over, almost unintelligibly, as Quinn cradled his head on her knees.

Quinn, however, broke into a little smile, lips still stained red.

"I can't wait to fall in love."


"He will hear my call a mile away... He'll whistle my favorite song... He'll be able to ride horses backwards... He can sing and dance..."

Clad in her pajamas, Quinn peeked into the greenhouse and found Kurt there. It was almost midnight, and the aunts seemed to have gone to bed, but neither Kurt nor Quinn could sleep after what they had seen. Quinn found her brother walking around the moonlight-flooded greenhouse, pulling petals from various flowers as he read aloud from a notebook.

"What are you doing?" she asked, walking in with Lord Tubbington in her arms.

"I'm summoning up a true love spell. It's called 'amas veritas'," Kurt explained, without looking at her. He continued to walk around the greenhouse fetching petals. Each petal he picked, he would put into a large bowl he was carrying.

"He can flip pancakes in the air..." Kurt continued, plucking a white petal from a daisy.

"He?" Quinn asked. Kurt stopped and finally turned to look at her.

"What?"

Quinn hesitated for a moment. "I didn't know you liked boys," she said.

Her brother seemed to look ashamed for a moment.

"Is that bad?" he asked quietly. Quinn thought about it, but quickly shrugged.

"Not really. I like boys too."

Smiling at her, Kurt clambered onto the edge of a large potted plant, to reach for a lily petal.

"He will be marvelously kind..." he continued. "And his favorite shape will be a star..." he picked a white starflower whole, and held it up to the moonlight.

Quinn watched him, following closely, and smiled. Everything he was saying sounded pretty. Like a perfect person.

"And he will have eyes like a golden sunset..."

Quinn studied the two golden yellow flowers from which Kurt had picked the last two petals before dropping them onto the bowl and carrying it over to the door.

"I thought you never wanted to fall in love," she asked curiously.

Kurt stopped and turned, shrugging his shoulders.

"That's the point. The person I dreamed of doesn't exist," he replied, rather mournfully. "And if he doesn't exist, then I'll never die of a broken heart."

Quinn followed her brother upstairs, and together they went to the highest balcony in the house. Standing in the moonlight, Kurt held out the bowl firmly away from his body, and concentrated. Quinn stood beside him, watching intently.

As if they were being swept up by an inexistent breeze, the dozens of petals floated up in swirls, up and out of the bowl, and were carried away, until they disappeared in the sky.

Kurt watched them vanish from sight, confident and determined, and yet a little saddened.


10 years later...

"Kurt!"

Kurt spun quickly at the sound of Quinn whispering his name. He pushed his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiled.

"Get the door! Get the door!" Quinn exclaimed, coming into view. She wore a blue dress, and her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was carrying a really heavy bag, bending over under its weight, and she was giggling and stumbling forward.

Kurt quickly opened the double doors to the balcony of his bedroom, getting hit by the cool night air. He tried to help Quinn put the bag down carefully, but Quinn just stood on the edge of the balcony and practically tossed the bag down.

A young asian man caught it, nearly falling over as he did. He made an 'oomph' noise, and put the heavy bag down by his feet.

Kurt closed the doors and watched him.

"Wow," he said, a little nonplussed. Quinn swayed beside him, trying to catch her breath, her voice coming out in a mixture of breathlessness and laughter.

"Kurt... you have no... idea." She smiled down at the young man, who seemed to be looking back up at her adoringly. Kurt was staring at him too. He was good-looking, and seemed nice, but he didn't even know him, and it bothered Kurt a little.

"Do you really love him enough to marry him?" he asked carefully. He didn't want to upset Quinn. But Quinn was past that point of caring; she always did whatever she wanted. This time was no exception.

Quinn barely hesitated as she swung a leg over the banister, carefully not to let her dress ride up. She turned to Kurt and sighed.

"Oh, come on, Kurt. What's 'enough'? I just hate it here," she said, no longer laughing. "I want to go somewhere, anywhere, where no one's even heard of us."

She clambered over the railing and stood on the outer ledge on her tiptoes, hands gripping the banister strongly.

Kurt nodded in understanding, but he couldn't help feeling sad, even though he was trying to smile.

"Wow, I feel like I'm never gonna see you again," he said softly. Quinn chuckled.

"Of course you're gonna see me again!" she exclaimed matter-of-factly. "We're gonna grow old together! It's gonna be you and me. We'll live in this big house, like two old spinster ladies, and we'll have dozens of cats."

Kurt laughed in spite of himself, looking down at his hands, as if embarrassed. Quinn grinned at him.

"I mean, I bet we'll even die on the same day," she added. Kurt looked up tentatively.

"You swear?" he asked.

Quinn bit her lip and looked down. "Mike, honey? I need your pocketknife," she hissed.

The man named Mike fished it out of his jeans pocket and tossed it up, and Quinn caught it expertly. Kurt stared down strangely at Mike -what kind of person really carries a pocketknife around? It's not like he'll spontaneously find himself the Amazonian jungle-, as Quinn pulled out the blade.

To Kurt's confusion, she brought the tip of the blade across her open right palm, cutting into the skin, until a line of blood appeared.

"My blood," she said, hissing in pain. She then grabbed Kurt's left hand; Kurt doubted for only a split second, before offering his open palm, and Quinn did the same thing to him.

"Your blood," she said. She took his cut hand in her own, and squeezed.

"Our blood."

Kurt seemed suddenly relieved, and Quinn smiled, pulling him into the tightest hug.

"I love you, Quinnie," Kurt whispered into her hair.

"I love you too," Quinn replied.

Reluctantly they let go of each other, and Quinn climbed down carefully, looking up at Kurt brightly as she reached the ground.

Kurt watched somberly as Quinn climbed onto Mike's back, both giggling uncontrollably, and he piggy-back carried her out of the garden. Quinn managed to wave goodbye to her brother one last time, and Kurt barely mustered the energy to wave back. He sighed heavily and went back inside.


That was probably the moment when Kurt felt aversion toward his family history, and the fact that everyone regarded them as freaks. Because it was the reason why Quinn was so adamant to leave; because it drove her away.

Kurt was always good at being exceptional. He was a good student, a good person, and as he had come to learn, a good wizard. But for once, he just wanted to be normal. Because no one seemed to care how exceptional he could be, it still scared them no matter what. And he was tired of being hated like that. He just wanted to fit in.

If he could do it, then maybe Quinn would consider coming back.


This should move along quite quickly. I think I can do this in less than ten chapters. I hope you like it so far. Thanks for reading.

-Valentina