A/N: I don't own Glee or Doctor Who. Hope you enjoy this though. :)

Blaine tied his bow tie just as he did every morning. if there was one thing he had learned from his father, it was that bow ties were cool. The bowtie he had on today had little candy canes on it. After all, it was almost Christmas.

The play he was in required him to dress very similarly to his father with a tweed jacket and red suspenders. It he looked anything like his father they would be identical.

He remembered the night his father died. his father's last words to him, "Go get 'em Time Lord." And then the yellow fire consumed Blaine and he was a new man. When he stopped, his father, The Doctor, smiled at him and then laid back and let death take him to his next great adventure.

And then the yellow fire consumed Blaine and he was a new man. When he stopped, his father, The Doctor, smiled at him and then laid back and let death take him to his next great adventure. Blaine forced himself to go through the Time Lord's jacket pocket. There, he found the key for the TARDIS and the famous sonic screwdriver. He tried not to cry. Not yet. He and the TARDIS had work to do.

He placed his hand on her doors. His father had always been with Blaine inside the TARDIS. The TARDIS was an ancient ship that his father used to travel anywhere in space or time. She was tough and dependable and life was impossible without her.

"It's me, old girl. I'm so sorry."

He unlocked the door and stepped inside. The console was dark and the TARDIS looked large and imposing without The Doctor inside.

He stepped up to the console and pushed a lever to start the engine. The console stayed dark.

"I know, sexy, I know, but let me destroy his killers. Please. That's all I'm asking."

The TARDIS whirred to life with a sad, little buzz. Without pushing a button the TARDIS started to move.

"You just liked it when he pushed your buttons, eh?" he laughed as a few tears fell.

When he was sure she had stopped, he stepped up to the door, took a breath and opened them. He was inside the Dalek mother ship.

The Daleks were an ancient, evil race that had no mercy and no conscious. They were born to destroy everything that wasn't Dalek. They were supposed to have been destroyed in the Time War, an ancient war between the Daleks and the Time Lords for all of time, but somehow a few had escaped.

The Emperor Dalek stood at the head of the room. The TARDIS was hidden behind a column, but Blaine, The Warbler, was in plain sight.

Blaine crouched down and walked closer to the head Dalek, hunched over and knees bent. His two hearts raced and he felt his blood boiling with rage. He could feel his regeneration energy coursing through his system and he smiled. He could do whatever he wanted and the Daleks couldn't stop him. They didn't know the Doctor had a son and they didn't know he was a Time Lord.

When he was no more than ten feet away, he stood up straight and faced the Dalek in charge. He took a deep breath and spoke, "Take me to Davros."

Davros was the creator of the Daleks. The Doctor had destroyed him right before regenerating, but a new generation of Daleks had broken into the time lock, a guard against anything getting in or out of the Time War.

"IDENTIFY!" the Emperor Dalek screamed.

"I'm your worst nightmare, Davros' dream."

"Explain."

"I don't take orders," Blaine sneered.

The Daleks all faced him and looked at him. Then they looked at each other.

"Exterminate!" a small voice called out.

They began to echo each other with a chorus of "Exterminate!"s.

"Stop!" a voice called over the noise.

It was Davros.

"Who are you?" he asked Blaine.

"Someone who can make all your dreams come true."

"What do you mean?" he asked eagerly.

"I can do anything you need."

"You can get me a reality bomb to destroy the fabric of reality?"

Blaine understood why his father hated the Daleks, but to hear them and see them made it so much worse.

"Of course, I can get you one of those easily."

"How?"

"I'll get your old one of course."

Davros stared at him thoughtfully.

"How would you know about that? And how could you get it?"

"I have the TARDIS."

Rage covered his face.

"How could you have the TARDIS unless you're a companion!"

"Actually, I'm the next best thing."

"There's nothing good related to the Doctor."

He motioned to one of the Daleks. It shouted its familiar words and the blue laser spurted out of its arm.

Blaine groaned as it hit him. He felt the regeneration fight with the poison for a moment and then the yellow fire consumed him again. He looked at himself, when it was finished through the white gleam of one of the Daleks. He was still the same man, but not dying.

"A Time Lord!" Davros screamed.

"Precisely. You killed my father. Now it's your turn. My father was too soft on you, he should've destroyed you when he had the chance."

"He tried. You've heard the stories of the Time War!" Davros screamed.

"Of course, but you're not dead are you?"

He stared at Blain blankly for a moment.

"So the Doctor had a son. With that whore River?"

Blaine leaned his head to the side and cracked his neck. He felt for the sonic screwdriver in his pocket.

"Yes, yes they did. Hey look over there."

Foolishly, Davros looked behind him and Blaine sonicked the door he knew was above them. All of the Doctor's allies came down on ropes and shot the Daleks to pieces.

Blaine ran back to the TARDIS before any of the allies could see him. He wasn't sure how they would react to a new Time Lord. They all knew The Doctor was dead, but anything more might jeopardize future dealings. Besides, Blaine wanted to make his own friends and enemies. The TARDIS was alive and humming.

"Where to next, old friend?" Blaine asked with a smile.

He thought for a second.
"Not you, is it? Well, we might just need to get you into a human body again just to find out a name."

He paced slowly around the console, fingering every button and lever. He saw a book on top of one of the screens. It read: Property of the Doctor.

Blaine touched the cover gently. It was his father's memory book.

Each Time Lord was supposed to record Their memories inside a book in order to keep them in case of a bad regeneration or for future generations.

Blaine opened the front cover. There was a note:

Son, this is my life. I'm not proud of everything here, but I hope you learn from me. If you're reading this, it means that I'm gone. The TARDIS won't give up on you. Me and her, we had a nice long talk. I love you, never forget that.
Dad

Blaine opened the first page hesitantly. He was sucked into the book and his fathers memories loosed his head. He screamed in agony. 2000 years of memories was a ton to process.

The Moment, the extinction of the Time Lords, was the hardest to watch. He watched his father watch his home burn. the Doctor didnt notice, but the Cult of Skaro, a unique group of Daleks was using an emergency temporal shift, a way to escape the death of their race.

He watched his father lose his love, Rose and then meet his mother in the Library. The Library was the largest source of books in the entire universe. It had its own planet. But, one day, everyone disappeared. They were Saved in a computer from the Vashta Nerada, a race of shadows that inhabit every planet and only strike in the dark. They're the pricks on your skin that just make you itchy, they're the specks of dust in the air, and they're the cause of an unnatural fear of the dark. The Doctor arrived one day to show his companion the splendor of the Library. Instead, he met River Song for the last time and the first time (he had never met her, but she knew him so well). The Human Time Lord with the secret child. Even in her final minute, she never told the Doctor. He found out years later when Blaine was used as leverage against the Doctor in a war against him.

Blaine absorbed the rest of the memories and then came back to reality. The TARDIS was ready to go and he went to pull a lever as he collapsed to the floor. He didn't see the note on the back of the Doctor's note : Oh and son, don't try to get everything at once. It'll fry your brain.

Luckily, he was still on a regeneration phase.

Hours later, Blaine woke up. He pushed a lever on the console and the TARDIS was off again. He put the brakes on so he could hear the noise of the TARDIS that his father loved.

Blaine stepped out into a room with a large furnace. There was something particularly out of place about it. It was the only hi-tech thing in sight. The walls, the doors, the pipes and all the other equipment was common for the twenty-first century, not the year 2 million.

Blaine locked the TARDIS and walked out of the furnace room. He found himself in a school of boys all dressed in identical blazers.

He had read about these places, they were called schools. He made his way down the hall and found himself near a library. He walked inside to the stares of many. He was the only person without a blazer. He remembered seeing his father undercover at a school. He had acted as a teacher, but Blaine realized that would never work for him. He looked too young. He sighed and picked up a book about the history of Europe.

He skimmed through at a lightning fast pace.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, SO wrong." he said to the pages of the book.

He put the book back on the shelf and turned to leave. Before him, stood a pale boy with brown hair that was brushed carefully. Blaine could also smell a multitude of skin products all over him. It was almost nauseating. Blaine tried not to look sick.

"What was wrong with that book?" the boy asked.

"Oh, the usual. Everything. These historians just don't pay attention to what's in front of them."

"Oh, and you do?" he remarked, "you're what, 17?"

"I'm one hu..., " he decided telling this boy that he was over one hundred was not smart, "One hundred percent seventeen."

"Well them what would you know of history?" he demanded.

"My father was a historian," which was more or less true. The Doctor knew the true history of places better than some of the people who participated did.

The boy blushed a bit. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Don't worry about it. Now, what's your name?"

He held out his hand. "I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel. And you are?"

"I'm Blaine. Now, can you tell me where we are?"

Kurt gave him a look with a raised eyebrow. It was one of Blaine's first encounters with a human and it was highly amusing.

"What planet are you from?" Blaine chuckled in spite of himself.

"I'm glad you think it's funny. In case you didn't take your meds this morning, you're at Dalton Academy in Westerville, Ohio."

He turned on his heel and walked off. Blaine thought Kurt was quite the diva, but there was something special about him, Blaine could just tell.

Blaine took a moment to collect his thoughts. Kurt watched him from the next bookshelf over.

Blaine tapped his head, "Something important. Something beyond important happens here. Ughhhh! What is it?" he started to pace.

Suddenly, he stopped and snapped his fingers, "This is the event that causes Wes to go into scientific research in thirty years. He paves the way for Bowie Base One. The first human colony on Mars."

"you're really crazy, aren't you?" Kurt asked stepping out of the shadows.

"You should really warn a guy when your hiding."

"then it wouldn't be hiding, would it?" he countered.

The Time Lord smiled again.

"So tell me, has anything strange been happening lately?"

"No not really, just the usual."

Blaine scratched his head. Why hadn't the strange things started yet?

Suddenly it hit him. "Perception filter!"

" You are so weird," Kurt said.

Blaine was used to that. Aliens across the universe thought the same thing.

"Do you want to help me save the world?"

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked with an amused tone.

"The school is about to be attacked and I'd love some company."

"Attacked by what?"

"If I remember correctly, its the Cybermen."

"The Cyber what?"

" Men. They've started a factory behind that door that no one goes behind and...," he paused for a second with a horrible realization, "My TARDIS is in there!"

He ran back to the room as fast as possible. He threw open the door and found himself in front of a bunch of Cybermen.

"Hello, there."

He watched in horror as they just stared at him.

"Upgrade! You need an upgrade," they said in robotic tones.

Blaine backed away slowly. His regeneration energy seemed to be wearing off and then he wouldn't be able to die without changing.

He turned around to run and saw Kurt with a look of terror on his face.

"Worry about it later, Kurt. Run!"

They ran down the corridor and into an empty classroom.

"What the hell are those things?" Kurt asked breathlessly.

"You really don't want to know."

"And what did they mean by upgrade us?"

"Another thing you really don't want to know."

"Can you stop them?" Kurt asked quickly.

"I hope so. I just wish my Dad was here. He would know how to do it."

"Who's your Dad?"

"He was known as the Doctor."

Kurt suppressed a gasp. His mother, long dead, knew the Doctor. She had traveled with him for almost a year. Ack before Kurt and Burt came along.

When Kurt was a child, us mother would tell stories of the mad man with the blue box who saved the world on a daily basis.

If Blaine really was his son, then they were going to be fine.

"Blaine, I think there's something you need to know about me."

"Not now, I'm going through old memories."

"Blaine, it's important."

He looked up from the book he had been looking at, "What?"

"My mother knew your father."

"So that's why your important. Let me guess? Rose? No, that wouldn't make sense. Who?"

"Crystal."

"Oh, the one he traveled with in his eighth incarnation."

"You knew her?"

"No, I didn't meet my father until his 11 incarnation. And it was right before he regenerated."

"Did he ever mention my mother?" Kurt asked with hope.

Blaine gave him a sad smile.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. He didn't. But, if you want I can show you what they did together."

"How?" Kurt asked as a tear fell down his face.

"Let me see your head."

Kurt leaned into the Warbler and let Blaine place his hands on Kurt's temples. Kurt was flooded with memories of his mother. She was happier than he ever remembered her.

He saw his mother face the Cybermen.

He grabbed Blaine's arm, "She faced them! She faced them."

Kurt saw the truth about the Cybermen. He saw them turn the people of Earth into the cold, metal suits.

"They're, they're us," Kurt whispered.

"I'm so sorry you found out that way. I'm so sorry."

"Let's go stop them, Blaine, please."

"I agree. We just need some weapons. Or we need to break their power cylinder."

"Can we get to it?"

"Yes, I have a plan."

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