A/N: This is my first attempt at a crossover fic! Hopefully it goes well, I do like this idea because I think Kurt dresses like the 11th Doctor so... read & review plzz.
The TARDIS materialized right outside what the Doctor recognized as a…school? Really? Hundreds of years of travelling and She's never landed there.
Still, he got out of the TARDIS and began looking for the reason he was sent there. It seemed like a normal high school. Humany kids everywhere, football players practicing dance moves, a small girl dressed in a peculiar way walking around the campus singing Barbra Streisand—blimey, it'd been a while since he had been around teens.
As he was investigating a particularly incriminating looking Cheerios! trophy in the hallway, a blonde boy bumped into him.
"Oh sorry, don't mind me! Just poking around here. Say you wouldn't happen to have—" the Doctor babbled on.
He stopped only when the boy looked scared.
"Sorry man, won't happen again…" he ran off.
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Nearly five hours later the Doctor still hadn't found what he was looking for. He started to think maybe that it was pure coincidence this time when he say that blonde boy again.
"What are the odds.." he mumbled to himself and went up to him.
The boy—he really must find out his name—saw him and tried to slip away from his friends.
"Trouty mouth, where are you going? We have Glee rehearsal later and if you're huge lips aren't there to help back up my amazing vocals it won't be the same," called out one of his friends.
Trouty mouth, thought the Doctor, it really has been a while since I've been around teens…
The boy was nearly around the corner when the Doctor found a way to cut him out.
The two bumped into each other.
"Hey man, I don't know why you're following me!" yelled the boy.
"Me following you? You're following me!" replied the Doctor.
Silence.
"I'm.. uh. I'm Sam."
"I heard someone call you something different.." muttered the Doctor, pacing back and forth, his mind racing a mile a minute. "If it's not you I'm here for then why? Why why why?"
Sam stared as this strange man, dressed in a vest, bowtie, and rhino pin, uttered strange seemingly disconnected sentences.
"I've got to, go, Sam. Must go to my ship." He left quickly.
Little did he know that Sam would follow him to the TARDIS.