A/N: So, this is my first time trying to write a Doctor Who fan fic so bear with me. I've done glee before, so if you want to check that out, awesome. If not, awesome.

Anyways, I don't own Glee or anything associated with it and I don't own Doctor Who. Both are awesome shows and I wish I did, but I don't. And I totally got this idea from Darren Criss' interview a few days ago (from 9/18/11)

I guess this will take place around the time where Kurt is at Dalton, but I may put stuff in here that's from later (knowing me I'll probably forget what came later, and I really should wait for the season 3 premiere in 2 days) and I envision the doctor as David Tennant, but it may include themes from the current Doctor Who season/series. And he doesn't have a companion at the moment. Just so you all know.

Chapter 1: Something's Fishy

Wes walked down the hall to the Warbler's rehearsal. They were going to sing Lady Gaga and he was totally psyched. Blaine had laryngitis and Wes had snagged his first solo. He couldn't help but smile whenever he thought about it.

As he walked down the hall, he noticed that it was strangely silent. Usually more people were outside walking and talking. Or singing... people liked to sing in the halls at Dalton. Today, however, there was nothing. It was really weird.

He reached the rehearsal room and he found the rest of the Warbler's standing in a line at the front of the room. They looked like a group of military men and they looked like toys. None of them were moving, and Wes was pretty sure they weren't moving.

"What the hell?"

The door shut behind him and the lights flickered. He turned around and turned the doorknob. It was locked and he couldn't open the door. Wes screamed for help and he banged on the door.

"They won't hear you," a familiar voice said.

Wes turned around slowly, fearing the worst. Standing there was Blaine Anderson, lead warbler.

"Blaine, what the hell man? What's going on?" he yelled.

Blaine shrugged and took a metal object out of his pocket. He pointed it at Wes. Wes looked on with fear and he tried to back away. He slammed up against the door, but he knew he could go no further. He looked beyond Blaine and saw that the Warblers had turned around. They were still in synch and they were walking over… in step. He found David and he looked him in the eyes. His eyes were no longer brown, but they were blue… completely blue… like an LED light Blue.

His jaw dropped and he didn't notice Blaine jab the metal stick into Wes's stomach. He dropped to the floor and he could feel himself convulse. And then suddenly, he could feel no more. He just knew that Blaine was his master. He would do whatever Blaine told him to do.

"Oh Wes, what a good little robot you'll be," Blaine whispered softly.

SOMEWHERE IN SPACE….

The Doctor looked at the Tardis again. He couldn't figure out where to go. He was terribly lonely since his last companion had left and he wasn't sure what to do with himself. He was bored out of his mind and he needed something to do. He knew he needed to move on. He stared at his TARDIS and he knew what he had to do.

He pushed some random buttons and some levers and then he spoke to his TARDIS:

"Take me somewhere that needs saving."

He heard the familiar noise of the TARDIS flying through space and time and he smiled. Then as she shook, he grabbed on to the side and he waited for the familiar crash. When it finally did, he bounded out the door.

He looked around outside and took in planet Earth.

"Oh, it's good to be back!" he said to the wind.

He looked around a bit more and he saw some trees and… not much else. But, there was a sign right in the middle of the road. It said, Westerville, Ohio.

He walked a little further and saw Dalton Academy. He was getting a strange vibe off of it.

"Well, that looks promising!" he called.