A/N - PLEASE READ: First things first, I did not write this. Jammy did. She doesn't have a account so I'm posting this on her behalf because everyone needs to read it! We we're discussing a picture of Darren looking like he was holding a sonic screwdriver (it was in fact a PlayStation Move controller) and she said he should be the twelfth Doctor. I entered a pit of despair knowing that would NEVER happen and it SHOULD. So to heal my broken heart, she wrote me this little ficlet. It is beyond wonderful and I'm still recovering from the ending. *flails*
Disclaimer: Neither me nor Jammy owns Kurt, Blaine or Doctor Who.
Epilmanuca
Kurt let his fingers trail over the console; the levers and buttons, the typewriter and glowing sphere. The TARDIS hummed delighted under his fingertips making them vibrate and he smiled; nothing quite made him feel at peace as this large, sprawling ship.
He heard footsteps behind him and he jumped to the side as the Doctor ran up the steps, taking two at a time as usual, "Right, where are we going to go today?"
Kurt pushed his hands into the pockets of his blue Marc Jacobs coat (the TARDIS wardrobe still excited him every morning) and he opened his mouth to speak, when the Doctor bounced on the spot, waving his hands, "Ooh! I have an idea; Epilmanuca! You'll love it; the planet of song! Fabulous purple skies and silver grass. Perfect for a picnic or two," he finished with a wink.
Kurt laughed, throwing his head back in a delighted laugh, "You said that about that planet with the wicker sandals-"
"- Quikmala?" The Doctor raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"-I don't care, they were hideous," Kurt waved his hand, "But we ended up running from cannibals there. You ruined my Alexander McQueen coat."
The Doctor laughed, running a hand through his black curls, "Well, that won't happen this time; I have a whole plan! No cannibals included, I swear, it'll be totally awesome!"
Kurt rolled his eyes, muttering, "For a thousand-year-old Time Lord, you're such a child."
"You'll love it, Kurt, I swear," the Doctor's big hazel eyes widened as he continued to bounce on his toes, hanging onto Kurt's coat sleeve, "And if that coat gets ruined, I'll replace it-"
"You mean the TARDIS will," Kurt mumbled, the TARDIS humming in agreement.
"- So come on! I made coffee and food," the Doctor grinned, proudly.
Kurt narrowed his eyes, "You cooked? You can't cook."
The Doctor looked down, blushing a little, "Well, it's not technically cooked, it's… Okay, I bought from Tesco."
Kurt frowned, "Tesco?"
The Doctor looked up, confused before his face lit up, "Oh yeah; American, don't know Tesco. It's like Wal Mart, but British."
Kurt rolled his eyes, sidling up to the Doctor by the Control Panel, his shoes squeaking on the floor a little, "Can you promise me no cannibals, political disputes, aliens trying to take over Earth?"
The Doctor scratched the back of his neck nervously, pulling his tan waistcoat and checked shirt up a little, making it crease, Kurt noted, "I can tryto promise… I can play the guitar!"
"Since when do you play the guitar?"
"Since romantic trips to Epilmanuca called for it," he beamed, reverting to his usual puppy dog behaviour, "What do you say, Kurt Hummel?"
Kurt placed his hand over the Doctor's on the wobbly lever, grinning, "Supermegafoxyawesomehot."
They pushed the lever down, shooting the TARDIS through the Vortex as the Doctor leant in, pressed a kiss to Kurt's temple and whispered, "That's my line."
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