Sooo. This popped into my head today and I had to write it up. Part two will probably be up tomorrow, most of it is already written.

Note - The Doctor has the appearance of Blaine and I've tried to put as much of Blaine's personality into him while keeping him as the Doctor.

Kurt made his way into Dalton slowly. He was annoyed that the holidays were over and that he had to be in school again. He dawdled into the foyer, putting off going to lessons for as long as he could.

As he got inside, the first thing he noticed was the statue of an angel weeping into her hands. He moved towards it and examined it closely. It was a new addition to the foyer of Dalton, one that seemed out of place in the middle of a school - even if it was a ridiculously expensive one. He reached out a hand tentatively to touch it, when someone put their hand on his shoulder. He started and immediately dropped his hand, and turned around to look at his friends.

"I see you've found the newest addition to Dalton." Jeff said with a grin. "It's creeping me out slightly. I don't know what the teachers were thinking when they decided to have that plonked there.

"Awwww, Jeffie! Is the statue scaring you?" Nick said in a teasing voice.

Jeff shoved his shoulder and glared at him, while Kurt laughed at them both.

"Shut up, Nick. At least I'm not afraid of clowns."

"Urm, have you even seen a clown?" Nick said in a disbelieving voice. "Those things are creepy as hell. Way worse than that statue."

"Clowns are for children. You're scared of something that even children like."

"Ur no, I-" Nick began to argue back, but was cut off by Kurt holding a hand up.

"Guys, stop your lovers tiff or we're gonna be late for lessons." He reprimanded.

Jeff snorted and moved to beside Kurt, looking at him from underneath his eye lashes, he said in a sad tone, "But you know I only have eyes for you, Kurtie!"

Kurt laughed as Nick pretended to gag at them. He then grabbed both boys hands and dragged them to the first corridor. As he reached the top, he stopped towing them and released their hands.

"Go." He said pointing down the corridor. "You two have Mr. Newman. You know what he's like if you're late."

Jeff groaned. "I don't want to go to Math. What lesson have you got, Kurt? Can I come with you to that?"

"Je vais leçon de français."

"Oh, ew, French. Never mind, I'll take Math over French any day. See you later, Kurt." He said with a wave before rushing down the corridor.

Nick nodded at Kurt with a smile, before heading off after Jeff.

Kurt smiled and rushed to the staircase in the foyer which lead to his class. The corridors were empty so he knew he must be late, so he walked as quickly as possible.

As he headed up the steps, his bag opened and his water bottle fell out and rolled down the stairs. He sighed, not believing his luck. He was going to be even later now. He turned around heading back down towards the bottom of the stairs. As he was on the third step from the bottom, he glanced up at the foyer and he stopped in his tracks.

The angel statue had moved. It no longer was weeping into its hands. It was now looking towards the staircase where he stood. He tipped his head sideways as he examined the statue from where he stood, frozen in shock, and a split second later, he could have sworn its position had changed again.

He was debating whether or not to go up to the statue when a voice came from the stair behind him.

"Whatever you do, don't take your eyes off that statue." A soft male voice said, carefully.

Kurt's head turned automatically to see who the voice belonged to.

"No." The voice stopped him. "Keep your eyes on the angel. Don't even blink. Whatever happens, you can't stop looking at it."

"Why?" Kurt asked, with his eyes still focused on the statue.

"Because it's not a statue. It's only a statue when you're looking at it."

"What is it then?"

"It's called a weeping angel. It's from a different universe."

"Huh, somehow I don't believe you." Kurt said raising an eyebrow, but keeping his eyes trained on the statue.

"What's your name?" He asked quietly.

"Kurt Hummel"

"Okay, Kurt. If you don't believe me, blink."

Kurt blinked. When he refocused on the statue, it had definitely moved forwards.

"Oh my god." He exclaimed quietly. "Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"No, it's just the Doctor."

"People call you Doctor?" He asked incredulously.

"Yeah."

"What are you a Doctor of?"

"Everything." He said. Kurt could hear the small smile in his voice.

"So why exactly are you here?"

"It's a long story. And I promise you, I'll tell you everything, but for now Kurt, you need to trust me."

"What? Why?"

"I'm going to leave you alone with the angel while I go and check something. It hasn't moved so far because one of us has had our eyes on it at all times. It will be much harder for you to watch it by yourself, but you must do it."

"But how am I supposed to blink? And what will happen if I do?"

"Just blink with one eye at a time. And I'm not sure what it will do. The first set of angels I came across sent people back in time. The second set killed people on the spot. It's safe to say that, either way, you don't want it anywhere near you."

Kurt's eyes widened with fear.

"Doctor, I don't think I can do this." He said, voice shaking slightly.

The Doctor put a hand on Kurt's arm. "Kurt, listen to me. You can do this. Just stay calm. Trust me, you'll be fine."

Kurt nodded, stealing himself with a determined look on his face. The Doctor slid his hand down Kurt's arm, until he was gripping his hand. He gave it a small squeeze.

"I'll be right back. I promise."

Kurt listened to his footsteps heading away, wondering how the Doctor was ever going to be able to get rid of a statue.

He blinked without thinking and the statue moved a couple of inches forwards. His eyes widened and he fought against his reflex to blink. As he stood there, he wondered what would have happened if he wouldn't have dropped his water bottle. He would be in French right now, having a fluent conversation with his teacher. French would be so much easier than dealing with a stranger called the Doctor and a killing statue.

"Quel gâchis." He muttered to himself quietly. (A/N: What a mess.)