Bewitching Glee
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A Bewitching Glee Story
Glee Magic Story (Bewitched and Glee mash-up) Blaine's your normal, every day witch and his parents, especially his dad, are snobby and entitled witches. He has 2 familiars, Scrap, the cat, and Inkspot, the Raven. What happens when a witch meets a mortal and "magic" happens between them?
Chapter 1
"Blaine! Where have you gone off to now?" Richard Anderson tapped his foot impatiently, fidgeting with his vest and smoothing his jacket in his annoyance.
Blaine materialized in front of his father. "Yes, Father, what's going on?" Short, with dark curly hair and stunning hazel eyes, thin, fit and fashionable in a silly bow tie, Blaine took after his mother in the looks department. He had a warm, charming aura, while his father tended to appear cold and sinister.
"You finished at the top of your class, so why are you just puttering around here? You should be out taking over the world, pushing those mortals around, living it up. Being successful," he sneered.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with mortals." Blaine and his father had discussed this ad nauseum, and they would probably never see eye to eye. Blaine was thoroughly annoyed by his father's insistent rantings about those who possessed no magic. Ordinary people.
"We all have to exist together. Why can't you see that and accept it?" Blaine stated for the millionth time, though he knew arguing was futile.
"We don't have to lower ourselves to deal with them though," Richard said, brushing something off the sleeve of his jacket as if just the thought of those people sullied him.
"You know I'm going to be teaching the littlest witches at school in a couple weeks." Because Blaine loved children, he'd decided he wanted to help teach them about their powers and how to use them, and maybe in the process, he could instill a little tolerance for others not as gifted as them. Blaine huffed and crossed his arms. "What did you expect me to do in two weeks' time anyway, become president or something?"
"Don't talk to me that way, young man," Richard spoke in a stern voice. "Where has Scrap disappeared to, anyway?" he promptly changed the subject. "I haven't seen him for a couple weeks now."
Blaine sighed. "You know he likes to wander. He'll come back eventually." Knowing what he said was true, Blaine still secretly felt a little worried about the prolonged absence of his familiar. Suddenly, he could hear the voice of his other familiar, Inkspot, in his mind.
"You know he just does this to make you miss him."
Blaine laughed and shook his head. "You two are the better half of my family, how could I not miss either of you?"
While Kurt sat outside his father's garage eating a sandwich deep in thought, some movement caught his eye. He looked up to see a black cat wandering toward him.
Kurt sighed. "I wish I could figure out a way to make my big break. I've sent lots of samples and designs all over, I'm blogging, I'm offering free tips and ideas…. There has to be some way to generate some success. No one seems to see how great what I have to offer is though."
The feline sat beside him and fixed him with an unwavering glare, almost as if it understood what he was saying.
He eyed the cat warily. "Oh, no, you better not shed on my clothes, mister!" Kurt waved his hands to shoo the cat away, but it just continued to stare at him, unfazed and as if it was gazing into his soul. The cat's penetrating eyes glowed for a minute, and Kurt was mesmerized by them.
In a daze, Kurt reached out to stroke its neck. When he came to his senses, realizing he probably shouldn't be petting a strange cat, Kurt shook his head and got up to return to his laptop and online classes.
Every time Kurt stepped out of the garage, the cat kept appearing. It even turned up outside his home that night. Kurt should have been puzzled that the cat was at the tire shop and at their home, but the more he thought about it, the more easily distracted he became and soon forgot why he even cared.
"Dad? Have you ever thought about having a cat before?" Kurt asked one night after dinner.
"A cat? You never wanted an animal in the house to mess up your outfits before. What got you thinking about one now?" Burt asked with surprise in his voice.
Kurt shrugged. "I keep seeing a black cat around, and he seems really taken with me for some reason."
"I'll bet Carole would like a cat around. It's fine with me."
"I'll start leaving some food out for him and see how it goes for now," Kurt said before heading up to bed for the night. He slipped into his soft and silky pajamas and fell asleep almost instantly.
Once he was asleep, the cat, Scrap, Blaine's familiar, appeared at the foot of his bed and watched him.
"Silly child, I don't shed like a normal feline." Scrap curled up and napped while keeping his eyes trained on Kurt, the gears in his head seemed to be churning furiously.
As Kurt slept, he began to dream about this cute man with dark curly hair wearing a bow tie…. He couldn't stop looking at him, even though in the dream he kept appearing and disappearing, so Kurt couldn't quite get to him.
Eventually, Blaine began to worry about Scrap and decided it was past time for him to come home.
He cast a simple scrying spell to locate him on a local area map. Interesting. Blaine had never been to that area of town before. When they'd first moved here years ago, his parents had decided to purchase a large house in Howling Hills, the ritzy part of town. One with some acreage, so they wouldn't have nosy neighbors asking when strange things happened. As a child, Blaine was pretty outrageous with all the things he'd done to irk his parents or just accidentally conjured up during his growing years. The servants were also witches and had been with the family for a long time, before Blaine was even born.
Blaine became casual friends with their nearest neighbor's child, Santana, who rightly thinks there are some shenanigans going on and is always spying on things or just happens to be nearby often. She is always pushing to try and figure out exactly what goes on at the Anderson household. People and things disappearing suddenly, almost in front of her eyes. No one else believes her, but she keeps on trying. She knows something is fishy there.
Blaine loves pulling pranks on her and watching her get frustrated and curse up a storm before walking off in a huff. She had a sharp tongue even as a child. He was a good boy, he just liked to laugh and tease and wished he had close friends to talk to.
He even tried to go to high school with the locals for a bit, until a bully threw him into a locker one time too many times and suddenly found himself in his underwear hanging from the flagpole.
His father didn't appreciate mortals, so he had to give that up for magic school in the end. Blaine always stood up for the underdogs, but most people were afraid of his family, so they didn't stick around long. His father had a reputation for being a low tolerance type of guy, very fussy and old-fashioned. So Blaine hadn't had any friends growing up.
Blaine knew he was gay early on but had never met anyone else who was. He never learned how to be with someone else. He hoped he'd find someone one day, but there didn't seem to be many gay witches from what he could see. His uncle, Jesse, was one of the few, and he only popped in occasionally to visit, always off on some crazy adventure, a safari in Africa or pole vaulting over the moon or something equally bizarre, at least according to his zany stories. He was never around long enough for Blaine to get many answers out of him about being gay.
Blaine snapped his fingers and appeared in the area where he'd located Scrap and began to search for him. He noticed an auto repair garage out of the corner of his eye and almost dismissed it, until he saw a man around his age walking down the stairs. He couldn't believe how sexy he was, and he felt drawn to him and couldn't turn away.
Unfortunately, Blaine knew nothing about cars and had no idea what he could use as a pretext to meet the man. He saw what appeared to be an office upstairs that he'd just come down from, and he had an idea.
He snapped his fingers, and he was suddenly transported upstairs and inside the office.
He looked around and saw the web browser open to a website about fashion. He quickly made a note of the web address, and, just as the man started up the stairs again, he popped back onto the street.
At least Blaine knew his last name. Hummel's Garage was on the front sign. Distracted, he completely forgot about Scrap and popped home to do some research on his computer.
He learned the man's name was Kurt, that he was a designer, and that he had great taste. And after a couple hours of reviewing the site, Blaine was thoroughly impressed with his work, the blog, and the tips and suggestions.
Blaine found Kurt's fashion blog, typed up a comment to introduce himself. Then he asked some questions about fashion, uploaded a couple pictures in his favorite outfits, and requested some tips. Hopefully he could strike up a friendship and maybe invite Kurt for coffee or something. Those were the only ideas he could think of for them to possibly talk or meet.
Over the next few days, they had some back-and-forth discussions, and everything seemed to be going well. Once Kurt saw the photos of Blaine, he was impressed with how cute and handsome he looked. He liked the clothes he wore too, some bright colors, not afraid of plaids or stripes, and he often wore these cute bow ties.
Something about him rang in his subconscious mind, sort of like déjà vu, but he didn't think they had ever met before.
Every night, Kurt had dreams about this dark-haired, beautiful man, chasing him, in a good way, flirting and chatting. A variety of scenes floated through his head. Eventually they moved on to kissing, and, wow, it was like fireworks exploding once he tasted those lips. He had never really had erotic dreams before. Every morning he woke up only remembering the lips or the piercing eyes, but not the whole person.
Scrap continued to send the dreams, hoping to jump start things between his master and Kurt. They were made for each other; he just had to keep working on things. Scrap could sense the soul bond connection between them. He just had to get them to meet, and things should take off from there.
Humans sure did take a lot of paw holding, he thought tiredly as he settled down for the night at the foot of Kurt's bed. His subtle manipulations were slowly working deeper into Kurt's mind and memories. Scrap knew his master was lonely and had decided to help things along, so he'd gone looking for his soulmate. It took a while, but he finally had found Kurt, now he just needed to get them together.
