Because Blaine Anderson is definitely a Time-Lord.

The Mysterious Ticking Noise.

"Blaine!" Kurt called as he reached the door of Blaine Anderson's room in Dalton Academy. "I brought you a gif-" Kurt stopped abruptly and his eyes widened at the sight of his boyfriend's room.

"What happened in here?" He demanded, willing himself not to look at the sheet music or the many scarves that were strewn across the floor. Kurt Hummel did not appreciate mess.

"Kurt, you're here! Fantastic!" Blaine's head appeared from behind his bed. "You can help me look for it." Blaine ducked back down behind the bed and suddenly reams of oddly coloured socks, a bright red fez and a leather jacket came flying out from where Blaine was crouched. Kurt narrowed his eyes at the fez. He had seen Blaine's hair without gel. There was no way that thing would fit over it.

"Look for what?" Kurt asked. "Your sanity?" Kurt manoeuvred his way into the room, dodging all sorts of ransacked drawers, over-turned bags and inside-out clothes. What the Devil was his boyfriend looking for?

He wondered briefly if it had something to do with that weird little, light-up screwdriver that Blaine kept in the inside pocket of his Dalton blazer. He was very oddly attached to that thing.

"My watch," Blaine stated, and a smile spread across Kurt's face. "You know the one I'm talking about. The fob one-like a pocket watch but less interesting. In fact, not really interesting at all. Unnoticeable, really. Silver. Shiny. Has all sorts of Gal-…Weird symbols on it… About this big?" He imitated the size of the watch with his fingers.

"You mean the one that doesn't work?" Kurt arched an eyebrow. "The useless one?"

Blaine's muffled voice came, once again, from behind the bed. "Kurt, just because something doesn't work, doesn't make it useless. In fact, sometimes it makes it even more important."

"What are you rambling on about, Anderson?" Kurt laughed. "Of course something is useless if it doesn't work."Ah, but it does work," Blaine's head appeared again and this time he was sporting a wicked sort of grin. "Just not in the way you might think." He gave a confused Kurt a wink before jerking his head. "Now c'mon, lazy-bones. Help me find it. Allons-y."

"You're not going to find it, Blaine." Kurt stated, matter-of-factly.

"I resent that," Blaine folded his arms. "Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders."

"Cute." Kurt rolled his eyes sarcastically.

Blaine grinned again but his face dropped at Kurt's sigh, as Kurt held up a little blue box. "You're not going to find it and I can promise that." Kurt repeated, his light-heartedness having faltered.

"Kurt, you didn't…" Blaine stood up.

"I tried to get it fixed for you," Kurt sat on the bed and dropped his eyes to the little box in his hand. "But the jeweller said that there was nothing to be fixed. That it was a fake. So I bought you a proper one, a working one. I didn't realise…"

Kurt shifted uncomfortably, feeling Blaine's scrutinizing gaze burning into the back of his head.

"When I brought it to get fixed Mister Saxon said that you'd prob-"

"I'm sorry, what?" Blaine interrupted. "Kurt, did you just say Mister Saxon?"

"Yeah," Kurt's brow furrowed. "He was nice, sort of strange, though," Blaine's eyes locked onto Kurt's fingers as Kurt began to beat out a rhythmic four-beat motif with his middle and forefingers. "He spoke with a funny sort of accent," Kurt told him, the tapping becoming louder. "I mean, like he could have been British but then again-"

"Kurt!" Blaine clicked his fingers and Kurt seemed to snap out of some sort of daze. His tapping ceased immediately, his eyes flicking upwards to meet Blaine's; who's own eyes were filled with a palpable panic. "We have got to get that watch back."

Anyone else think that Blaine's either a regeneration of The Doctor-or The Doctor's son? No? Just me then? Okay.