For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her : Chapter 1
Normally, the Cheerios avoided being even in the same hallway where the New Directions Glee Club met for practice, but on a miserably rainy afternoon in December, it was all Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson could do to keep them out.
Blaine pushed against the door in order to hold back the violent attempts of the crazed cheerleaders. The other teen ran to the far side of the room and, with some effort, pushed the large upright piano towards the door in order to relieve the younger teen. Kurt panicked as he circled the piano as the girls outside the door pounded again and again. "I can't find the locks," he said desperately to Blaine.
"The thing's on wheels, so unless you do…" Blaine was interrupted as another strong push had him press himself closer against the door. "Unless you do, it won't be much help. We'll need to find something else."
The taller teen nodded shortly, off again looking around the choir room for something to block the door. He locked the other door, and pushed a stack of chairs up against it. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone trying to get in that door, but Kurt didn't want to be caught unawares.
"They're on the back left," Blaine grunted. He had turned around, hoping to catch a break in the incessant strikes against the door and lock it from the inside, but had no opportunity so far.
"What is?" Kurt replied, running back to help his boyfriend. Together, the two of them almost managed to lock it, but renewed series of violent knocks prevented them from doing so.
Blaine nodded towards the piano. "The wheel locks," he grinned boyishly.
Kurt once again left the door and readied himself near the piano. "On the count of three… One… Two… Three!" Kurt yelled. Blaine jumped out of the way and Kurt shoved the piano in front of the door, pressing down on the lock just as another fierce pounding came from the other side. The girls shrieked as the door slammed against the piano, causing a loud dissonant crash to echo in both the hallway and the chorus room. Kurt removed his hands from his ears as the sound died. "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly, finding his boyfriend had collapsed to the floor clumsily, massaging the back of his skull.
The dark brunette nodded distractedly, "Yeah… nothing a few aspirin won't cure."
"Unless you have a concussion," Kurt replied sarcastically, although genuine worry lined his face.
"Well there's that," Blaine acknowledged. Kurt helped him up and to one of the chairs far away from the doors. He tried to inspect whether the younger of the two had hurt his head, but Blaine swatted him away obstinately, motioning for the other to watch the doors.
Kurt frowned disapprovingly at Blaine, but surrendered for the time being. He checked his cell, on any other day it would have at least decent reception in the room. Of course, Murphy's Law dictated that wasn't the case this afternoon. "Are you getting any cell reception?" the senior asked, holding his phone up in the air.
Blaine shook his head somberly and then chuckled, "We're going to die… at Glee club practice… by vampire cheerleaders."
"I would have preferred to have been on stage, or a tragic airplane crash that has millions mourning the loss of a beloved star," Kurt deadpanned, "This has dramatic flair nevertheless."
"At least we're together," Blaine added sincerely. Kurt nodded in agreement. "How long do you think it'll be before they give up?" the junior asked after a moment.
Kurt snorted, "Dawn."
"Kurt, I'm being serious," the brunette said darkly.
"So was I. Those things had fangs Blaine. Honest to God fangs," Kurt seemed to really work himself up, rambling quickly, "They aren't even human! I know we always joked that there was no way we could've been the same species as the regular Neanderthals at this school, but I think in this case it actually applies."
"We've got to just... keep our heads about this," Blaine said reassuringly, trying to calm his partner, folding one of Kurt's hands between his own. "Some of the faculty has to still be on campus. Your Dad will notice when we don't make it back to your house for dinner. And if worst comes to worst and we're here until morning, then at least it's not a weekend and teachers will start showing up around six or seven," he reasoned evenly, "We may even get cell reception once this thunderstorm passes and then we'll be able to call the police or fire department or something."
"I know, I know," Kurt repeated, sinking into the chair next to Blaine, allowing Blaine to massage his hand, his fingers moving in tight circles across his palm. It was relaxing, and despite the rain, despite the murderous cheerleaders outside the choir room, Kurt found himself comfortably leaning against his boyfriend. The quiet surreal bliss was unfortunately short-lived. A look a anxiety settled on Kurt face as a dreadful thought came into his head. He gripped Blaine's hand tightly and whispered urgently, "I was supposed to meet with Rachel in the auditorium after we practiced here."
Blaine tore his gaze away from the door and towards Kurt with muted concern. "Was she by herself? Why didn't she just join us here in the practice room?"
"She wanted the stage," Kurt replied anxiously, "It's for some solo or something. She and Finn are doing some Christmas slash Hanukkah no-gift gift thing."
"Okay, okay. I'm sure she's fine," Blaine replied comfortingly, sounding less sure of himself.
"How do you know?"
Blaine faltered and then frowned. "I don't," he admitted. He looked up towards the windows at the back of the room. "But I think I know a way we can see if she alright. Do you think we can make it through those?"
Kurt followed Blaine's eyes up to the row of windows. "I don't know… I've never tried escaping the practice room before. It's worth a shot though," Kurt shrugged, with an edge of urgency in his voice. He climbed up the stairs and stood on one of the chairs underneath the windows, tugging at the hardware to test the locks. "It looks clear out in the courtyard, and it seems like we could force one of these open," he whispered. "At least I can't see any vampires," he leaned down, kissing Blaine briefly, "Alright, let's go rescue the damsel in distress."
Blaine grinned in spite of the situation, "You're cute."
"Not as much as you." Kurt pulled hard on the lock and pushed the window open. Blaine helped him climb up and through the window, and Kurt did the same as Blaine awkwardly pulled himself out of the choir room. They looked around the courtyard finding the space empty, although it was hard to be certain with the rain. "Those girls won't take that long to find the other door," Kurt whispered, "I only locked it, but let's be real, super magic vampire strength goes a long way." A whirring sound from the opposite side of the courtyard broke the monotony of the torrent and the two looked at each other anxiously. "Time to go," Kurt said hurriedly, pulling Blaine away from the noise and towards the auditorium.
The dark brunette followed him closely, but looked over his shoulder towards the open space, where the dark outline of rectangular shape and a light on top of it faded in and out of sight. He furrowed his eyebrows at the curious sight, but the two turned a corner before he could discern what it was.
Whichever architect it was that had designed McKinley High had obviously been home-schooled and hated the arts. The main entrance of the auditorium, and the only one unlocked for after-school clubs, was open to the elements, leaving the two teens soaked through. Kurt glanced to Blaine apprehensively, the latter shivering, dark curls hanging in his eyes. "We should try to find reception and call the cops," Blaine mumbled cautiously.
Kurt glared at him. "You can stay and watch for vampires then," he snapped at his boyfriend.
"Kurt... I didn't mean..."
"No. Rachel is my friend, and I am going to find her," Kurt promised defiantly. "I would do the same for you."
Blaine wrapped his coat tightly around him, and looked pleadingly at Kurt. "Alright," he surrendered after a tense minute, "But we need to be careful. We don't want to shout or draw unwanted attention."
"When do I ever draw unwanted attention?" Kurt smiled cheekily.
The other teen rolled his eyes, "All the time, Kurt."
It was Blaine who finally opened the door slowly, Kurt in step behind him. The lights in the auditorium were out, and despite their best efforts, neither could be silent as they walked the length of the stairs, illuminated only by the emergency lights along each step.
"Who's there?" A shaky female voice warned from the shadows of backstage, "I... I have a mic stand and I am not afraid to use it..."
"Rachel?" Kurt asked into the darkness, quickening his pace towards the stage. "Rachel! It's Kurt," he shouted. The stage lights came on, momentarily blinding Kurt and Blaine as they continued down the steps of the orchestra seating, and the familiar face of Rachel Berry peeked tentatively at the two from behind the curtain. When she saw it was them, the petite brunette jumped off the stage and into Kurt's arms.
"Kurt!" she cried, "I can't get reception and the phones here are completely dead and those horrible Cheerios came in and wrecked the set we've been working on for the holiday recital!" She took a deep breath as she composed herself, nervously straightening her blouse, "I was so scared, they had these..." she trailed off with a troubled look in her eyes, mourning the destroyed set. "You don't think this was Coach Sylvester's fault do you? I mean obviously it would be, but I have never seen those girls at school before."
"The leading theory is vampires," Blaine replied, joining the other two at the base of the stage.
Rachel shook her head in denial. "No, vampires aren't real. This is some kind of new stunt by Coach Sylvester, an elaborate, terrifyingly real stunt."
The older boy hushed her, hugging her tightly once more. He fussed over her, "God, look at me, now I've gotten your dress all wet from us being out in the rain." Adding seriously, he asked, "They didn't try to hurt you did they?"
She frowned, "No. I thought I had reserved the auditorium and when I came in there they were here. They ransacked all of the rooms, the closets, even the girl's bathroom..." She gasped in alarm, looking between the two boys, "Did they try to hurt you guys?"
Kurt was just about to reply when they heard shouting from front the auditorium. The trio stood silently for a second, before they all ran up and onto the stage. Rachel hurriedly ushered them backstage, behind the curtain and into the girl's dressing room, locked the door and turned off the lights. The three instinctively shrunk back from the door and closer to one another.
Tell-tale shuffling from the stage caused them to share a worried look, and the three of them held their breath anxiously. The sight of shadow of two feet behind the door and an indiscernible mumbling prompted the three to back as far as they could into one of the dress racks at the wall.
Some sort of hum and the click of the door unlocking was all that was necessary for both Rachel and Kurt to scream at the top of their lungs, causing the intruder to shout as well.
"Why are you yelling?" The tall, backlit silhouette yelped indignantly when they stopped.
"You're…" Kurt frowned incredulously, "... not here to kill us?"
"What? No!" The person replied, British accent lifting the distinct words. The figure sounded as though he was fiddling with something, some sort of green, humming flashlight and let out a triumphant ah-ha as the lights came on over head, tapping the flashlight to his forehead in satisfaction. The light revealed a strange man in a tweed jacket and bow-tie, wearing a ridiculously large smile on his face. "Ah, lovely. Allo there... smiling faces... I'm the Doctor," he rambled jovially.
"Doctor Who?" Rachel asked nervously.
I don't claim any rights to Doctor Who nor for Glee. Title comes from a strangely haunting Simon and Garfunkel song that seems to fit. I may yet change it. Any mistakes are my own because I don't have a beta :( This crossover is kind of magical, so I yelled, "What the hell! I want to have an adventure!" Any reviews you leave are absolute lover, and would really help me work through this story!