Chapter One

I unfortunately do not own either Doctor Who or Glee. So I am stuck with the fanfiction…for now anyway.

Rated T for future events and because I am paranoid


Kurt Hummel smiled as he walked down the steps of William McKinley High School. It was the last day of his junior year and he was looking forward to the three glorious months of summer vacation that he had away from the homophobic Neanderthals he was forced to be surrounded by. All he had to do now was survive senior year and he would be free. He would never be pushed into a locker, or thrown into a dumpster or given a slushie facial ever again.

"Yo lady!" he heard a voice shout. Kurt froze for a minute and then picked up the pace. He knew that voice- David Kurofsky, Kurt's biggest tormentor.

"What do you want Kurofsky?" asked Kurt, still walking with his back to the other boy. He tried not to sound nervous but he noticed that his voice was slightly higher than normal.

What I want," Dave said roughly grabbing Kurt's shoulder and spinning him around, "is for you to stop spreading your fairy dust all over the god damn school. It makes me sick," he spat out as he pushed Kurt to the ground.

As Kurt was trying to get up, he heard other voices laughing behind him. Three other members of the football team were there. "What's the matter Kurtie?" the one named Azimio joked.

Kurt didn't respond. Instead he just sat on the ground while the others were hysterically laughing.

Dave however was not pleased. His face grew more and more red until it was the color of the jackets that the football team wore "When one of us speaks to you, you better answer. Got that freak? " he picked Kurt up by the collar and shook him.

Kurt felt the sting of Dave's fist colliding with his jaw and the force sent him crashing to the ground once more.

"What? Does the girl not have any balls?" Azimio called out. They all laughed again.

Suddenly, Kurt heard a sort of swooshing noise and a man's voice cry, "Oy! What's going on here?"

"This doesn't concern you mister," Dave growled.

"Oh I'm afraid it does," the man replied. He pulled out what looked like a leather wallet and waved it around. Kurt couldn't make out what it said but he could however see the eyes of the football team bulge.

"Now," said the man, "I suggest you boys leave before the lot of you gets into serious trouble."

Dave and his gang all but scampered off leaving Kurt awkwardly lying on the ground looking up into the eyes of a man he had never met before. It was the first time he could actually get a look of this mysterious stranger. He was young and thin with shaggy brown hair and eyes that strangely looked older than the rest of him. The even stranger thing was that Kurt, the person who spent his whole life absorbed in fashion and fabrics, could not tell you the color of his eyes. At first they seemed brown but the more he thought about it, there were hints of blue and green and even yellow; so complex that he was not even sure that you could name a color to describe his eyes.

"Are you alright?" the man asked. His voice was kind and he had an accent. British perhaps? Kurt wasn't sure.

"I'm fine. Are you British?" Kurt replied almost immediately regretting his forwardness towards this man.

He chuckled though, which Kurt took as a good sign. "You could say that," the man said. "Now let's get you up." He extended his hand out to Kurt and he was lifted onto his feet. The man reached into his pocket and retrieved what Kurt thought was a tiny flashlight and waved it in quick, large circles around him, almost like a magic wand.

"No serious injuries- just a few bruises here and there." He mumbled after he was done waving his flashlight.

"I'm fine". Kurt repeated. "But who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor," the man said.

"Doctor? Doctor who?

"Just the Doctor," he replied as if that was the simplest answer in the world.

"That's not a name though," Kurt argued. "I mean no parent in their right mind would name their child just Doctor"!

"I chose my name. Doctor." he said. "Now if you excuse me, I must be going."

He turned to walk away, but Kurt Hummel was not about to walk away that easy. He had a lot of questions and those questions needed a lot of answers.

"Wait!" he cried, running to catch up to him. "Who are you exactly?"

"I told you that already. I'm the Doctor"

"I know that but are you like a real medical doctor?"

The Doctor stopped and paused. He thought about his answer for a moment before saying, "I suppose I could be classified as a doctor. I mean many people would say that I could be one."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Kurt asked.

The two of them turned at the corner and almost ran into- literally almost ran into a giant box. It was a brilliant blue box- a blue so dark and so rich and a blue that Kurt had never seen before. Across the top it read "Police Box".

"What on earth is that?" Kurt asked.

"It's mine," the Doctor said with the same tone as a kindergartener would use to refer to his favorite toy.

"It's yours?" Kurt said. "But it says police box on it. I thought you were a doctor."

"It's my TARDIS."

"TARDIS? What's tha-"

Kurt was interrupted when the door suddenly swung open and a young man that looked Kurt's stepped out.

"There you are Doctor. I've been waiting here forever!" the boy exclaimed. Seriously where were…" his voice trailed off when he finally saw Kurt standing next to the Doctor.

Oh, Kurt thought. This boy was short with dark brown hair which curled around his head to the point that it resembled some sort of bicycle helmet.

Nevertheless he was the most beautiful person Kurt had ever seen.

"Well I'm sorry to keep you waiting Blaine," the Doctor said smiling. "I ended up meeting someone. Blaine this is… um what is your name?"

"Um K-Kurt. Kurt Hummel," he said holding his hand out.

"Blaine Anderson." The boy replied. He grabbed Kurt's hand and shook it. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise," Kurt breathless replied.

"So Kurt Hummel," the Doctor said. "Care to come aboard?"

"Come aboard what? Your box?" Kurt said laughing.

"Not a box," the Doctor explained. "My spaceship."

"Your spaceship," Kurt replied suspiciously.

"Yes. Care to come inside?"


So, this is my first multi-chapter fic. Not going to lie, this has been my baby for the past couple of months. I'd really appreciate it if you could possibly take the time to review. It would mean so much to me. Thank you so much. -Hope