The Boy In The Bowtie.
Chapter One- Mr Who
Hey Peeps, this is my first Klaine/ Doctor Who fanfiction
But I hope you like it :D
Edwards-Daughterxoxo
"Hey mom." Kurt pressed his lips together as he sat on the fine and crispy autumn leaves in front of her grave. "Got anything to tell me? No, I wish I had." He sighed as he brushed his fingers along the writing. He felt connected to her, well he always has felt connected to her obviously but this was an odd feeling and yet it supported him so much.
"You might have known about dad?" He asked her, tears slowly formed in his eyes. "Well, instead of praying to God, I'm going to pray to you instead, because number one I don't believe in God and number 2, I have faith in you." He paused, waiting for his mom to show him a warm, kind hearted smile. "So….Here goes, Right?" he waited until he truly believed no one could hear him except him and his mom. He forced his eyes shut, interlocked his fingers with his other hand and got rid of all the negative thoughts in his very tidy head then took a deep breath.
"Mom, I would like you to help dad to get better." He weakly smiled. "I know it's the Doctors and the nurse's job to help him on his way but an extra push from his family could really help him. Hey look I know this is stupid but…" his mouth stopped as he began to cry. "I couldn't bare to lose him..." he murmured as he wiped the tears from his cheeks.
"I've already lost you… So please help him, for me?" he waited for a reply but he didn't get one. "Thanks." He sighed as he opened his eyes and reread the writing on his moms grave.
"Kurt, what are you doing out here?" A voice that Kurt recognised instantly made its way to his ears. He turned around to see that Blaine Anderson kid, standing on the path, watching him with eager eyes.
"B-Blaine!" Kurt stammered as he stood to his feet. "What are you doing here? How long have you been here? Oh God…What did you hear?" Kurt began to panic,
"Calm Down Kurt, I was just walking by…" Blaine mumbled as he scratched the back of his neck nervously….
"You were walking through a grave yard….At.." Kurt checked his watch. "At 9:40 at night. Sure you were just 'Walking' By." Kurt said doing bunny rabbit ears on walking.
"Ok, I was following you." Blaine admitted as he approached the smaller boy.
"That doesn't sound creepy at all." Blaine replied to his comment with a snigger. "So how much did you hear?"
"Not that much…." Kurt raised an eye brow. "Ok, Ok, I heard when you were talking to your mom, about your dad and Kurt, I am truly sorry about what I heard.."
"It's ok; I see where you're coming from."
"You do?" Blaine replied astonished.
"Yeah, how can anybody get their eyes off this Dalton Uniform?" Kurt grinned, Blaine grinned back warmly.
"But if there's anything that I could do.."
"Blaine, stop, your sounding like Mr Schuester-,"
"Mr Who?"
"My Spanish teacher and The teacher of glee from back when I was at Mckinley High, but it don't matter." Kurt explained
"Oh-Kay?"
"So stop worrying about me, I'm a tough cookie." Blaine answered that with a smile. "Now I'm going back to Dalton, feel free to follow me back there as well." Blaine chuckled as he watched Kurt make his way past him.
Blaine turned around watching Kurt swagger away, leaving him in the dark and the cold misty air of October take its toll on the people there. He stood there looking around, just to make sure no zombies attacked him… His nerves in his body tingled as he swore he heard another voice from behind him.
"Kurt!" he called out. "Wait Up! I'm coming!" he darted from his place in a flash.
The pair made it back at Dalton Academy quickly, knowing that If they were to be caught they were in deep shit from their teachers, their parents plus they might even face a detention and Blaine couldn't stand that since he's got a perfect record of perfectness; just like his hair.
Blaine walked Kurt back to his doom quietly before they stood there... in complete silences as the smaller body rocked up and down on the balls of his feet and the larger body looked down playing with his fingers.
"Well….I guess this is goodnight." Blaine sighed as he looked into Kurt's light blue eyes.
"Don't be daft, you're in the same dorm as me."
"Oh yeah…" Blaine whispered to himself dumbfounded as Kurt unlocked the door and marched in. Blaine quietly closed the door behind then sighed to himself, still interlocking and unlocking those fingers of his.
"Blaine, what on earth are you doing?" Kurt asked as he hung his blazer up, then staring at Blaine's puppy dog reactions.
"Me? I…Urm…I…" Blaine searched for words as Kurt still was looking at him confused. "Was practising…"
"Practising? For what?"
Blaine was still in that state where he couldn't even move his lips.
"I-I-I-I-I-I-I,"
"Blaine I didn't know you did impressions." Kurt smiled as he glanced over him.
"I don't,"
"Really because you're doing a great goldfish." Then Kurt began to do an impression of Blaine right now.
"Kurt..." Blaine wined as he tried to not laugh at his impression. "Stop it.."
"Ok, ok, well, unlike some people I have double maths in the morning." Kurt was super jealous of Blaine, considering he got the morning off just because he was Blaine and Blaine is and always will be Mr Perfect. Kurt strolled to the bathroom with his unfashionable pj's and wash bag, leaving Blaine all alone in the cold dorm.
And as soon as Kurt locked that door, Blaine had already dashed for his baggy pj's that made him feel like a right chav but they were comfy and besides, who was going to see him in them…
Only Kurt.
Unhappy, he sighed. He wanted Kurt since the day he walked on to through the doors of Dalton Academy correction, since his car tire touched the car parking lot, that's when he wanted him.
"Blaine?" Kurt questioned as he slowly approached him, like he was some sort of dangerous animal, maybe a wild dog?
"Kurt." He replied. Kurt walked over to his bed by the window, shivered just the once before he threw his bed covers over.
"Hey Kurt?" Blaine asked him, finally plucking up the courage, well, to make the first move.
"Yes Blaine?" he replied whilst placing his eye mask on.
"I…..Do you want me to turn the lights off?" Blaine answered so quickly it was impossible to understand ever mind to listen it it.
"Please.." Kurt said in a yawn. Blaine got up and sighed as he turned the lights off. He wondered back to his bed and gazed at the ceiling, making swirling patterns within it.
Finally the Pair went to sleep.
"Blaine." Someone whispered as they shook his shoulder. Blaine rolled over his perfect hair was the messy dark brown curls that he'd despised but many people loved. "Blaine!" the voice said more demanding.
"Don't let the nyan cat eat me…" He mumbled into the pillow, the voice groaned annoyed as they grasped the cup of water on Blaine's bed side table and chucked it over him, he shot up mumbling random things that occurred in his weird dream, he rubbed his eyes hard maybe he was still thinking he was in a dream when Kurt was leaning over him with the cup.
"Dude…What…What time is it?" he asked him yawning
"4:48" Kurt answered.
"What's that?" Blaine asked as he slowly grasped that there was a police box in the dormitory, right in front of his bed. "Kurt, answer me…"
"It's the Doctor!" Kurt exclaimed clapping his hand quietly as he shot up standing in front of the dark blue object that Blaine could barely see.
"Why do we need a Doctor?" he asked as he flopped back onto the bed.
"It's the Doctor, wait maybe that's what mom brought to help me! A Doctor!" Kurt exclaimed
"But remember Kurt, I'm not that sort of Doctor." This man who was dimly lit told him, Kurt rolled his eyes as he followed him in.
"Well, are you comin?" Kurt asked Blaine as yawned and sat up.
"Do you even know him?" Blaine wondered as he swaggered to his feet. Kurt paused as him warmly smiled at the rag head Blaine.
"Cause I do." He answered positive, "So you are coming?" he slowly walked in as he rubbed his eyes and then the gold pure light which surrounded him blinded them.
"Whaaaa?" Blaine mumbled as his eyes adjusted to the light, he blinked hard as his thoughts took over . It was massive! He thought. I swear it was some sort of police box before….
He poked his head out of the door to see a normal police box.
Kurt chuckled
"That's how I reacted." He told Blaine as he stood behind him.
"How?" Blaine replied as he turned to Kurt.
"It's a long story." Kurt grinned. "Maybe if we have time, I'll tell it to you someday."
"So….Where do you boys want to go, all of space of time as your backyard, we can go anywhere and everywhere, back to the tutor times or into the 70th century, it's your choice." The Doctor grinned mainly at Kurt