AN: Hello again guys! Yet another new story :L Now I've finally got time to write I can finally get some of my ideas down on paper :D I'm writing this one in collaboration with my sister (who won't tell me her ff username...hmmm... xD) These first two chapters are a bit of introduction, then we'll start posting the main story hopefully over the next couple of weeks! If you like it I'd really appreciate if you'd leave a review :)

Ships involved: Klaine, Brittana, Tike, Finchel (meh :L) Sugartie, Fabrevans, Pizes, plus pretty much all the friendships! If you see a ship you don't like, don't worry - we probably won't make a big deal of them, we just made a list between us to straighten out some confusion!

Enjoy! :)

It's Thursday afternoon, and the New Directions choir room is gradually filling as the members drift in from their various classes. Kurt and Blaine are first, wandering towards the back of the room with arms linked, Blaine making the most of their time alone by pressing a quick kiss to Kurt's lips, who responds with a smile. Next to arrive are Rachel and Mercedes, leading a still slightly damp Finn. Then come Santana and Britney, pinkies interlocked, shortly followed by Tina and Mike, who are, as usual, wrapped up in each other. Artie wheels himself in with a very contented Sugar perched on his lap, Rory stomping in behind with a sullen frown creasing his forehead. Sam strolls in carrying Quinn in a piggyback for some inexplicable reason, much to everyone's amusement.

Various conversations spring up around the room as everyone waits for Mr Schue to arrive. He eventually does, shooing in a mischievous-looking Puck. Puck shoots a Cheshire-cat grin at Santana, whose answering smirk fills Mr Schue with unease.

Shaking his head to dislodge any foreboding thoughts, he strides to the whiteboard and motions for quiet. Before he says a word, he scrawls the word "IDOLS" in capital letters. Pausing theatrically, he turns to address his bored-looking audience.

He claps his hands together.

"So…idols"

Kurt pipes up form his position curled up into Blaine's side.

"Mr Schuester, we can read. Please just get on with it so we can get to the good part."

Rolling his eyes, Mr Schue continues, paying no mind to Santana's whispered explanation to Brittany on the front row.

"This week, I want you all to choose a song performed or written by on of your inspirations, to perform next week."

Suddenly the group seem a lot more interested. Some excited chatter breaks out as people discuss their heroes, trying to ignore Rachel already doing vocal runs in the background. Mr Schue heads to the back of the room to dissuade Blaine and Mike from having another Star Wars-style battle. As he returns to the front to refocus the group, a metallic thrumming noise cuts through the babble of voices. Bizarrely, a small blue phone box appears to materialise to one side, obstructing the doorway next to the band's equipment. A strange-looking man in a tweed jacket looks around the door and pulls a confused face.

"This doesn't look like Texas…or the 50's" he mutters, taking in the stunned faces staring back at him. Dashing back behind the door for a second, he re-emerges and addresses Mr Schue:

"Hi, I'm the Doctor. Sorry to interrupt…whatever this is, but this is Ohio, correct? Well, Lima, to be more specific. Definitely not Texas."

"Ummm…yeah…sorry about that" comes the reply, the looks on Mr Schue's face clearly saying "pinch me, I'm dreaming."

Suddenly, Santana pipes up:

"Hey Bowtie! Two questions. One: what's with the box? And two: have you been taking fashion advice from the hobbit?" Now it's the Doctor's turn to look stunned.

"Just to clarify…who's the hobbit?"

Following Santana's pointing finger with his eyes, he spots Blaine and grins.

"No, this dapper gentleman hasn't given me fashion advice, though I do think I've got that bowtie somewhere…"

Blaine beams, adjusting his bowtie and glancing smugly at Kurt, who's buried his face in his hands. With an amused smirk, Santana speaks again:

"Well now we've all gotten a glimpse into the hobbit's future, I'll ask again: What's with the box?"

Standing up suddenly. She saunters a little seductively over to the Doctor and grins at the discomfort on his face.

"Mind if I take a peek?" she purrs, one hand on the door of the TARDIS. At the Doctor's nod, she pushes the door open and freezes, looking perplexed. Rubbing her eyes, she walks all around the box before opening the door again. Looking entertained by her antics, Puck swaggers up to the TARDIS and looks in before doing a double-take.

"Impressive, huh?" the Doctor grins, adjusting his bowtie and looking the spitting image of Blaine.

The rest of the group crowd around the door to take a look, pushing everyone inside. Mr Schue quickly follows – whatever the hell is happening, he needs to stay with the kids. Him and the New Directions are shepherded towards the centre console by the Doctor, who addresses them all.

"Right. As you heard, I'm The Doctor. Hi. I'm also a Time Lord, which means that with the help of this", he pats the TARDIS console affectionately, ignoring a small, ominous clunk, "I can travel through time and space."