Before you read this, there are a few things you need to know.
This is a Wicked, Glee, Warriors, and Doctor Who crossover. But you don't really need to know every single fandom to enjoy the story. The Warriors characters aren't even really warriors, they're just my warriors OCs as humans. Now, Galinda and Elphaba are in it, and they do have a friendship story and Fiyero drama. There is some timey-wimey business with the Pond family. But it all centers on them and their experiences in the Glee club.
It's really fun to write, and I promise the next chapter is a bit longer than this one. This one's short, just because it's my sort of pilot chapter.
Enough of me rambling on.
Enjoy this bizarre crossover!

Chapter One

Rachel was exhausted from the night before. She'd stayed up really late texting on the Glee club group chat. Kurt'd been spamming with Blaine, and her recent new friend Galinda was texting her and Elphaba on a group chat relationship drama. It'd been pretty crazy. But she'd go to school that day with a smile on her face, as normal, and pray that she didn't forget about any tests.

She got to school. The day went by quickly, and it wasn't long before she found herself in the Glee club classroom. She sat down in her designated seat, and stayed silent. She didn't feel like talking, she was just ready for Glee to start.

Mr. Shue walked into the classroom, and Rachel was suddenly super excited. She always looked forward to Glee club. And she looked around. The normal piano was replaced with a purple painted, upright one.

"Alright, guys, let's get started," Mr. Shue said.

"Is no one going to point out how Quinn and Lauren are missing?" Tina said, worriedly.

"I tried to get Lauren to come back," Puck said, rolling his eyes, "she said it was uncool, after Rachel and Finn's 'kiss that missed.'" Rachel rolled her eyes.

"We've apologized a hundred million times!" she argued. Mercedes spoke up, to stop the arguing.

"Mr. Shue, the point is no one's going to join," she said.

"Well, maybe I've got something that will make them," Mr. Shue said. "You see this piano? I'd like to introduce the purple piano project!" He signaled to Brad the piano guy, cuing a song. Mr. Shue started to sing Don't Stop Believing, for the thousandth time. Everyone rolled their eyes and sighed through the entire song. Journey was dead. "A rich guy donated them to promote the arts. Everytime you see one of these you have to perform a number, no matter where you are!"

"Mr. Shue, surely not every time?" Rachel asked, a bit nervous of the answer.

"Yep, every time," he replied, "and that applies to all of you. Now get out there, and make some music!"

Rachel and Finn walked out of Glee club, a bit uncomfortably. Rachel looked up at Finn, panicked, "They hate us, Finn!"

"They're just mad, Rach! They don't hate us. They'll get over it when we win Nationals this year," Finn said, trying to be optimistic. "Look, it was worth it, right?" She nodded, hesitantly. "Then forget about it and just look forward to this year."

~ Meanwhile ~

"So you're the new staff?" Mr. Shue asked, "and you're all from Britain? That's awesome, man!" He shook the Eleventh Doctor's hand. "Will Schuester."

"The Eleventh Doctor. My friends call me Eleven," the man said enthusiastically.

"Well if it isn't the Brits, I knew it was time Schuester was going to invite more freaks to his Glee club," Sue Sylvester, in her iconic red track suit, walked into the teacher's lounge with a coffee. "Sue Sylvester, head coach of the Cheerios."

"We're not in his Glee club. I'm the new honors english teacher," the Eleventh Doctor replied, quite surprised at how rude Sue had been. "I'm the Eleventh Doctor."

"Well, you aren't the eleventh, that's for sure," Sue mumbled.

"That's great. That's just… great!" the Eleventh Doctor said, annoyed to death.

~ Later on... ~

Galinda was surprised when the Glee club sang and danced a full number outside. She, surrounded by all the popular kids of the school, all turned to watch it. They all dissed it when it was over, but Galinda couldn't help but enjoy it. She loved singing and dancing, and had done it ever since she was a kid, but for popularity reasons she quit. Maybe this time… no, she couldn't. Her popularity would be gone.

She walked through the halls of the school, and once she saw the paper, she marched right up to it, went on her tiptoes, grabbed the pen, and signed her name, with a heart, of course. There weren't any other names on the list, not yet, at least.

She knew exactly what to audition with. An original song, one she'd make up on the spot. She was good at that. And she'd call it… Popular.