Blaine watched curiously as a boy was continuously pushed into lockers on his dogged journey down the crowded hall, bouncing easily off the flimsy metal. The constant look of befuddlement on his face gave way to the fact that he couldn't possibly fathom why this kept happening to him.
The boy approached another student, who brushed right past him. With a huff, he stopped in the middle of the hallway and planted his feet, all laced up in knee-high boots, firmly on the ground beneath him. His mouth twitched into a frown and he lifted his pale hand carefully in front of his face, waving it before his blue eyes a few times.
He reached into the pocket of his form-fitting jacket and pulled out a shiny pen. Blaine's view was then blocked by a girl who was texting on her phone walked straight into the boy, knocking him flat on his ass, before continuing on her merry way.
Blaine finally decided that he needed to help the poor boy.
He walked up to him, confusion still plain on the other kid's face, though now he was on his hands and knees, knocking intently on the tiled floor.
"Um," Blaine began, kneeling down as the other boy pointed the pen at the ground. Though perhaps it was a penlight? There was a peculiar purple light shining from the end. "Are you alright?"
The boy looked up, dazzling Blaine with a bright smile.
"Oh, this is good news," he announced in a high voice. His thin eyebrows rose, and he coughed. "Oh my." He coughed again, tilting his head. "Nope, normal pitch. Okay, that's certainly new."
"What?" Blaine asked, staring in an obvious fashion.
"Hm?" he inquired, looking up at Blaine again as he pocketed the penlight. "Oh, good news that I'm not flickering in and out of visibility. I always find that to be quite tedious, don't you?"
Blaine gaped, not knowing how to respond. "Do you need a hand?" he finally asked, gesturing to the boy's position on the floor.
"No! Thanks, I've got two, I checked!" the boy smiled brilliantly again, showcasing his appendages by doing jazz hands.
"That's… good," he nodded. Blaine wondered if he was suddenly going crazy. None of the comments coming from this boy's beautiful red lips were making any sense to him. "Did you want help up?" he tried again.
"Oh, yes. If you don't mind," he agreed thankfully.
Blaine breathed a sigh of relief, standing back up and offering his hand.
The boy's grip was hot and soft in his, and he may have held on a second longer than strictly necessary, but the other boy looked to be teetering in his boots, so Blaine chalked it up to courtesy on his part.
The strange boy arched his back, and looked at his rear, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "I fear these pants may be a tad too tight. I'm not sure if blood is reaching everywhere it's supposed to. That's what I get for dressing in a rush though, I suppose-"
"I don't think they're too tight," Blaine interrupted hastily, when in fact the boy's jeans looked painted on. He'd had quite the view of his ass when the boy was knocking on the ground. His face heated as he added,"I mean they look great. On you. Definitely your style."
"You think so?" he preened, pleased. "I thought so too, but I wasn't sure."
"Are you trying out a new look?" Blaine inquired, a bit confused again.
"You could say that," the boy's lips twitched, as if sharing a joke with himself.
"Well, it's definitely working," he smiled, a bit unsure.
"Thanks!" the boy replied happily. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name?"
"Blaine."
"Blaaaaaaaine," he repeated slowly, rolling the word around on his tongue. "Blaine. Blaine Buh Buh Buh Buh Blaine."
He ran his pink tongue across his teeth, savouring it.
"What's your last name, Blaine?"
"Um. Anderson," he blinked, realizing that he really liked the sound of his name coming from the boy's lips, regardless of how odd he was acting.
"Blaine Anderson. I like that name," he grinned wildly.
"What's yours?" Blaine asked, voice abnormally high.
"They call me The Doctor," he responded, sticking his hand out to shake.
"Why?"
"Why what?" His hand was still offered in front of him, so Blaine took it, holding back an eye roll.
"Why do they call you a doctor?" he elaborated.
"No," the boy shook his head condescendingly, putting his other hand on top of Blaine's so it was fully covered. "I'm not just any doctor, Blaine. I'm The Doctor."
"But Doctor who?"
He giggled, retrieving one hand to cover his mouth. "That is the question," he replied coyly.
This somehow made Blaine blush, and when he realized his hand was still being held, he carefully extricated his hand from the other boy's.
"You're really hot," he commented, wiping his sweaty palm on his high waters.
"Am I? Thanks, I've barely checked a mirror," he replied, patting his perfectly coiffed hair.
Blaine blushed harder. "I meant your hand!"
"Oh." He pouted adorably. "Well, yes. I'm still cooking, you see."
"No, I don't see!"
"Oh, but you will," he replied mysteriously.
"Do you intentionally not make sense, or are you just really good at doing it by chance?" Blaine asked, hands on his hips.
He threw his head back and laughed, showcasing his long neck. "Oh, you're absolutely adorable. I definitely want to keep you around."
"Excuse me?" he squeaked as the boy patted Blaine's shellacked head.
"Though perhaps a little less gel…"
"What kind of doctor are you supposed to be, anyway?" he demanded, stepping aside and patting his hair protectively.
"Why, the best kind, of course," he smirked, amused by his antics.
"But- but you can't be any older than I am! How are you a doctor?"
He sighed hugely, rolling his eyes. "Stop getting so caught up in titles, Blaine. It's just a name."
"But it's not a name!" he objected as the boy meandered over to a locker and pressed his ear up against it.
"Of course it's a name. It's my name!"
"But-"
He pressed in close to Blaine, standing nearly nose to nose. "Trust me," he began, his breath hitting Blaine's lips. "I'm The Doctor."
"Um," Blaine choked.
He flashed a smile and returned to inspecting a locker.
The halls had cleared and Blaine realized dazedly that the bell must have rung at some point and he was late for homeroom. Of course he didn't budge from his spot.
The Doctor (if he really insisted on being called that) ran his hand up and down the cool metal of the locker, mumbling to himself.
"Sorry, what are you saying?" Blaine asked, walking over to him.
"Earth, early twenty first century, and from that accent I'd say America?" he concluded. He licked his finger and stuck it in the air. "Mid-West. A high school," he added suddenly, jumping around and rushing over to a bright flyer taped to the opposite wall. "And not a particularly promising one at that."
"Your accent is the same as mine," Blaine responded after a moment of surprised silence, because that was the only comment he could think to respond with.
"What?" The Doctor demanded, spinning around to face Blaine. He snapped his jaw a few times, teeth clacking loudly, and then hummed in the back of his throat. "What? That can't be- Privacy. Blueberry. Aluminum. Oh my god, you're right. Oh, that's so different. Argh. Laaaaah. Moooop bahk. Fleem," he tipped his head to the side while making nonsense sounds, tongue waving about inside his mouth.
"Um, are… Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Yes," he replied with a decisive nod, ceasing his noises. "Yes, I'm quite alright, Blaine. Don't worry about me. But-" he stopped, head snapping to the left. "Someone's coming."
"Well, this is a school-" Blaine began sardonically.
"Shh." He grabbed his hand and started tugging him down the hall in the opposite direction.
"Where are we going?"
"Away from-" The Doctor replied as they turned the corner to see a middle aged woman in a red track suit. "Shit," he swore, shaking his head as if there was water lodged in his ears. "Stupid new parts," he grumbled angrily.
"What?"
"Bowtie!" Coach Sylvester shouted, advancing on them. "You and Mr. I'm-Not-Having-Children-Because-I-Prefer-My-Pants-Balls-Tight should be in class."
"Yeah sorry-"
"Sue Sylvester," The Doctor sighed resignedly, shoulders slumped.
"Yeah? What's it to you, Tickle Me Dough Face?" she snarled, looking him over suspiciously.
The boy who was still holding Blaine's hand looked down at himself too, realization suddenly dawning on him.
"Um, nothing. Uh," he said, looking from Blaine to Sue and then behind him. "Yes, Blaine and I were just on our way to class…" he started backing up, gripping Blaine's hand tightly so there was for choice for him but to follow.
"You're lucky I don't throw you both in detention!" she called as the boys made their way away from her.
"Mm hm yes, thank you!" The Doctor replied blithely, just as they reached a pair of exit doors. He yanked one open and pulled Blaine behind him.
"What are you doing?" Blaine demanded. He began to jog to keep up with the other boy's speed-walking towards the parking lot.
"She has a major grudge against me, I don't really want to deal with it right now," he replied, looking back over his shoulder anxiously.
"She didn't seem to recognize you," he stated the obvious.
The Doctor sighed, smiling a little. "I told you," he said. "New look."
He winked just as the doors they'd exited flew open.
"Doctor!" Sue screeched at an anger level that Blaine hadn't heard her use even with Mr. Schuester, her archenemy.
"Whoops, guess she figured it out." He pulled a face, then muttered, "She always does."
Without another word he started full-out running across the road, towards a strange blue box standing next to a lamp post. Blaine looked behind him, nearly tripping over his feet when he saw Sue charging towards them.
"Hey, Doctor, what-?" Blaine panted, gripping the boy's hand tighter instead of trying to loosen it and getting out of this ridiculous situation.
"Do you want to go on an adventure, Blaine Anderson?" The Doctor proposed, yanking them to a stop in front of- a Police Public Call Box? Blaine didn't know what to make of the words written across the top of it.
"Anywhere you want," The Doctor continued excitedly. "Any when you want," he added, widening his eyes encouragingly and squeezing the hand in his.
"Um."
"You say that a lot," he observed, eyes flicking to Sue coming towards them at a steady pace, before landing squarely back on Blaine's confused face.
"Only because you don't make any sense!" he argued.
He grinned. "Oh, I'm making perfect sense Blaine, you're simply not keeping up. This," he began quickly, laying a palm flat against the blue door, "is my TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. Time machine. Space ship. There's also a giant closet, a squash court and a library." He quirked an eyebrow expectantly, "Are you interested, Blaine?"
Blaine was proud to say that Sue's inhuman screeching so very close to them had almost no effect on his decision.
"Yes," he nodded, mouth widening into a smile. "Very much so."
The Doctor beamed back at him. "That's what I like to hear."
He swung the door open and pushed Blaine quickly inside, slamming the door shut behind him.
He skipped up to the console in the center of a room way too big to make any sense fitting into such a small box and immediately started flipping switches and pushing buttons with a fluidity that resembled dancing.
"Where to first, Blaine Anderson?" The Doctor asked over the rumbling of his space ship.
Blaine simply watched the boy rushing around the bright, flashing console for a moment, mesmerized by his movements.
"Just try not to pick anyplace with an alien invasion taking place," he added loudly, attempting to be heard over the whirring of the engine. "Though that tends to be somewhat difficult."
Aliens. Time travel. A space ship. The Doctor- this beautiful boy prancing around in front of him. Blaine was suddenly ready for it all.
He just couldn't wait.
"I'd like to go to the 70's," Blaine told him excitedly. "I've always wanted to give Bryan Ferry a high five."
Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! I might write more later.
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