Of Doctors, Aliens, and Music

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who I'd be older. If I owned Torchwood I'd be richer. And if I owned Glee I wouldn't be on here. If I owned (or was a part of) Simple Plan I would... suddenly have switched genders.

Summary: Torchwood may be practically dead, but that doesn't mean that the aliens have stopped their descent on Earth. Jack's hiding in a small Ohio town, working at a local garage. The Doctor's randomly transported to a boarding school. Kurt's trying to get through his sophomore year of high school. Blaine's trying to get used to Dalton. Santana's trying to sort out her feelings. Brittany's trying to understand life. And then something goes wrong and they are forced to come together to figure out how to fix it. Something's may be more permanent than others.

A: N – I didn't forget about this story I promise! My computer is currently been out of commission for around a month and is in surgery at the moment. Meaning: my computer geek of a cousin is trying to fix it. So… I'm typing this up on my parent's computer in between work for my finals. Anyway, I am SO SUPER SORRY THAT I COULDN'T UPDATE SOONER!

"…I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always said…"

Santana sighed, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor before her. Brittany was changing, yet again, in her bathroom because she simply couldn't decide whether she wanted to wear her Cheerios uniform or the outfit Charity picked out for her that morning. Or something to that effect. It might have been the pair of monkeys that live underneath her bed this time. She rolled her brown eyes with a fond smile covering her face. She ran her tanned hand through her hair, shaking it to the point of being "just-sexed-up-messy". Her white sneaker scuffed against the brown carpet. "Hurry up Britt. The movie starts soon."

"Coming San!" The blonde's perky voice cut through the wooden door with the certain pep it usually had. She flung open the door, revealing her bright blue and yellow outfit with flair. "Penelope has good taste." Brittany noted with a large smile as she linked her pinkie with Santana's and shuffled out the door, the Latina reaching back to lock it.

"Penelope?" Santana wondered briefly before writing it off as yet another thing that could only be defined as Brittany. A police siren blared from their left, lights flashing harshly against the bright sunlight of midday. Brittany hummed and plopped down in Santana's old, beat up Ford that her father had gotten her as a late birthday present the year before, Santana sliding into the driver's seat with an elegance that many would hope endlessly for. "Wonder what's going on there…" She commented lightly, drawing the blonde girl's attention onto the scene five houses down.

Brittany shrugged uselessly. "Penelope." She nodded as though that confirmed everything and the Latina couldn't find it in her to really care about what was going on at the big town house. An old lady had probably fallen and broken her hip or something to that effect. They lived in Lima, Ohio for goodness sakes! It was big news if the Mayor learned how to tie shoes. Nothing remotely interesting ever happened there.

The cruising beat from the radio silenced all the potential conservation. Santana tapped against the steering wheel in time with the fast beat. Turning onto the main road leading into the center of town she nearly crashed into a precariously placed Lincoln Navigator parked on the side of the road. Or it was supposed to be. Cursing under her breath she slammed on the breaks, thanking the lord when her Ford stopped right before pinging against the shinny black metal. "Shitting hell!" She shrieked when the car pulled to a stop. "Could they park anymore in the road?" She expected some sort of confirmation that she had been heard.

But Brittany's eyes were close to bugging out of her head. The blue eyes quivered against her lightly tanned face, her blonde hair falling out of the messy bun that held the rest of it out of her face. "San!"

She slammed on her breaks again, swearing as the car behind her beeped loudly and passed her with a raised middle finger and plenty of words that shouldn't have been said around the child in their back seat. "What?"

"San! It's Kurt's car!" Brittany's kind eyes still held a panic that was causing Santana's adrenaline to rise to unhealthy proportions.

"So?" Hummel? Seriously this whole thing was about Hummel? And didn't his father own a car shop or something? Santana mentally glared at the flamboyant boy, remembering how he had known how to drive better than half the people in the United States by the time he was twelve.

"The police were at his house San and this is his car!" Brittany pounded against her door, leaning heavily against the frame as though hoping to exit the car faster than a rabbit could hide from a threat. "San pull over!"

And, weirdly enough, the panicked look in Brittany's eyes was reason enough for Santana to listen to her and pull over. Her car banged against the curb and she rushed to turn off the engine and grab her keys before Brittany had pushed open her car door. In time with the blonde, Santana threw open her door, rushing around to the other side to meet up with Brittany who was already pushing her way through the parking lot of a garage. Hummel's father's garage. Santana swallowed at the looming building before her. Brittany was most definitely overreacting and she would have to explain to Mister Hummel exactly why her best friend had freaked out so much. And even she didn't think she could do that. Not this time. Santana honestly had no idea why Brittany had freaked out the way she had. "Kurty!" Brittany had opened the doors leading into the garage and ran through them before Santana was even halfway across the parking lot.

Cursing once again she sped up, rushing in after her just as a car door slammed somewhere to her left. She didn't pay it any mind, worrying silently about the reaction Brittany was going to get. But, instead of a confused looking Burt Hummel with his son somewhere off to the side flipping through a fashion magazine or something other completely Kurt Hummel she was met with the sight of Brittany hugging Hummel tightly to her chest. Jealously churned through her gut at the thought of Brittany hugging him and not her like that. Shaking her head she forced herself to ignore all thoughts surrounding the weird feelings Brittany gave her and instead focused on the people around her.

The hot mechanic that she had met a few times when her Ford was having problems was standing in a protective position staring at her in what seemed like open hostility. She shifted, her brown eyes falling on his name tag. Jack was written in a standard car shop cursive. A small smile tugged at her lips: Jack-The-Hot-Mechanic.

A horribly eccentric looking older man (well the same age as Jack it looked like) stood next to Jack-The-Hot-Mechanic with a worried frown and a messed up looking screw driver clenched in his sweating palm. Santana's brown eyes glittered at the sight of his messy converse. She loved converse.

A blonde girl that certainly wasn't Brittany was standing with her arms crossed over her chest in what was supposed to be an intimidating manner. Santana raised an eyebrow at her, smirking as the woman dropped her gaze.

Then there was a boy who looked… well Santana felt some sort of recognition prickle up her spine when she looked at him. His curly hair fell passed his ears, covering his eyes from view but she was almost positive that she had seen him before. Santana frowned, opening her mouth to say something to him before Hummel cut her off. "What are you two doing here?" His voice wavered a bit on the last few words, but his face kept a stubborn expression of stern frustration. Almost one that a parent would wear.

Santana raised an eyebrow at him. "There were police at your house Kurty!" Brittany spoke fast, her arms still clenched tightly around his waist in a vice like grip. He winced, reaching back to unlock her arms gently.

"Britt…"

"And you parked so horribly I thought Finnessa stole your car." Santana noted dryly, ignoring the looks that were shot at her as she examined her nails in an uncaring manner.

Hummel stared at her for a good moment and she resisted the urge to shift her footing self-consciously. "So you were worried?"

"Yes!"

"No." If it was possible Santana spoke even drier than before. Her brown eyes rose to meet his blue-green-grey orbs. "Brittany was going to jump out of the door if I didn't pull over to check if you were okay."

Hummel rolled his eyes at her, a tiny smile pulling at the side of his mouth. "Thanks." He noted softly, leaning into Brittany's never relenting hug, his eyes shifting to the curly haired mess beside him in what seemed like concern.

The entrance banged against the wall with a surprising amount of force. Everyone jumped but the man with the screwdriver. The curly haired boy raised his head and Santana noted with a wry sense of sympathy that tears had welled in his eyes. How long had he been fighting to keep them from showing, she wondered.

"They're here." The man with the screwdriver had a British accent that almost sent Santana reeling. British people were in Lima, Ohio? What the hell?

"Who's here?" She asked slowly, edging closer and closer to the group in front of the television.

"Grimers." Jack-The-Hot-Mechanic said as a sort of explanation.

"Is that someone's last name or something?" She asked in a sort of panic. But Santana wasn't panicking. No… Santana didn't panic. Not over something like this.

"Or something." The other blonde girl that wasn't Brittany said from the screwdriver man's side. She was British too. Was there some sort of convention?

"Run." The screwdriver man said simply, pushing the curly haired boy out of the way. "Split up. Confuse them."

"Wh-what?" The boy squeaked, his hazel eyes wide.

The screwdriver man shook his head, his hand flying up to his hair and musing it more than it already was. "Go with…" He gestured frantically towards Santana with a question on his face.

"Santana." Hummel provided for her. She glared at him. She could have given him her own name.

"Santana. I'm the Doctor by the way." He smiled at her and Santana felt another eyebrow rise in blatant confusion. Because, seriously? They were being attacked or something and he was smiling at her as though he was the most pleasant person in the world? "Go with Santana, Blair."

"Blaine." The boy automatically corrected in time with both Hummel and the blonde-girl-that-wasn't-Brittany.

"Exactly." The man smiled at the curly haired boy (Blaine she guessed his name was). "Kurt you go with… that girl in your arms."

Hummel looked confused before nodding and prying Brittany away from him so that they were holding hands. Santana noticed how Blaine seemed to squirm when he noticed the action. She almost cared enough to wonder why. "Jack… you're with me and Rose." Why exactly did the adults go together? That made no sense in Santana's mind. "Okay… run. Now."

Kurt hid behind the wheel of an old Mercedes (he ignored the irony) with Brittany as the garage was overcome with small shrieks of things that didn't sound even remotely like humans. "Kurty." Brittany tugged on his sleeve. "Kurty what are these things?"

"Grims or something like that." He spoke softly, holding her hand gently in his sweaty palm. Which may have been more disgusting if hers wasn't sweating too, and if he wasn't scared for his life.

"What do they do, Kurty?" Brittany asked again, her wide blue eyes staring up at him in question. He was reminded, once again, of the child she was half the time.

Kurt shook his head uselessly. "I don't know, boo."

A box from the shelf across from them clanged to the floor as the shrieks got increasingly higher. Risking a peak Kurt was met with the face of an older looking man with a black suit on. His eyes shinned gold and Kurt forced himself to swallow, his eyes staring widely at the man in front of him. The man opened his mouth and a swarm of yellow smoke emitted from his throat as another shriek tugged its way out of his mouth. Kurt almost let out one of his own before his head ducked back behind the car.

"Kurty…" Brittany's voice was shaking in fear, much like Kurt's body. "What do we do?" The man crept closer to them, his feet barely making any noise against the floor of his father's garage.

Santana's hand flew out and pulled Blaine back behind the desk in Mister Hummel's office. The door was opening just as Blaine had stuck his head out to see whether they were alone or not. A magnitude of shrieks broke the barrier they had crafted, both of the singers cowering down and covering their ears. "What do we do?" Santana hissed at him, as her hands shook against her ears. And she most definitely was not scared.

Blaine forced a swallow down his parched throat, his hazel eyes shining in a fear that Santana wasn't about to allow herself to show. "I don't know."

"Well what do they do?" She shifted closer to him so that she was close enough to kiss him. If she felt anything for him in that way and, while he proved to be rather good looking, Santana wasn't really in the mood to do anything with him besides surviving. And even that was iffy at the moment. She would rather be surviving with Brittany and she was pretty sure he'd rather be surviving with Hummel.

Blaine shut his eyes as another one of those things stepped even closer to their hide out, letting out another high pitched shriek. "They do something with salt."

"With salt?" She stared at him in disbelief.

"Yes!" He jumped as hands slammed down onto the desk top and the face of David Hughes smiled cruelly down at him. The head tilted to the side and his eyes shined in an ungodly shade of yellow. His mouth opened as his head tilted to the other side, a yellow mist flying from it as another shriek erupted from his mouth.

"What the fuck?" Santana scrambled backwards, her hand flying out to grab one of Blaine's before she kicked hard at the desk in front of her, hoping that the dark skinned atrocity before her would lodge itself in the wall.

The two teenagers pressed themselves tightly against the wall behind them, both their hands sweating and hearts pounding with adrenaline and blind fear as the creature climbed onto the desk and let out another shriek. Blaine's eyes fell onto the water bottle standing to his left as thoughts flew through his mind. "Water." He whispered as Chemistry floated into his head.

"What?" Santana snapped at him, pulling him sharply back to his side as he started making his way towards the tower of water.

"The positive and negative charges of water dissolve salt. These things live off salt. They are practically all salt." He rambled as he pulled himself back towards the water bottle. David let out another ungodly shriek more of the yellow mist flowing towards them from his mouth. Santana coughed.

"And?"

"Water!" Blaine gave a final tug, their hands separating and diving towards the water bottle. Screwing the cap open he flung it in the direction of David as the teenager scrambled to approach him. Santana let out a scream that she would later deny ever left her lips as the water connected with the boy's face.

For a moment the room was silent before positively agonizing screams erupted from his mouth as his face steamed before he collapsed to the ground in a heap, black smoke leaving his body and falling into a pile on the ground, turning into a pile of white salt.

By the time all the Grimers were gotten rid of there was around ten piles of salt in random areas of Hummel Tires and Lube. Kurt wasn't looking forward to cleaning them up, but he wasn't looking forward to anything but climbing into his father's bed at home and taking comfort in his mother's old dresser. Tears prickled his eyes at the reminder of what happened earlier in the day. "Well… I guess it's time for you to go home." The Doctor pushed himself up from a salt pile, smiling brightly at Jack and Blaine. The curly haired boy was slumped in a chair next to Santana, the two of them looking closer than Kurt would have expected. He plopped down in the open chair beside him, allowing his head to fall onto Blaine's soft shoulder.

He didn't know what it was about the elder boy, but something about him seemed to urge Kurt to trust him. "Home or school?" The dark skinned boy (who Kurt later learned was named David) asked from his spot in the doorway, as far away from all of them as he could get without leaving the shop completely.

"Home." The Doctor paused, thinking to himself. Rose shifted her footing from beside the TARDIS-police-box-phone-booth-thing. "Well… school." He thought for a moment longer. "Is home school or school home?"

The group around him blinked in confusion at the man before they all shook their head. Brittany smiled brightly up at him, leaning back so that her body rested against Santana's knees. Blaine glanced at him, his hand falling gently onto Kurt's knee. "How are we going to deal with the whole… missing child thing?" He waved his other hand in the direction of the television with barely restrained exhaustion. Kurt knew exactly how he felt.

"That's where I saw you!" Santana turned in her seat, her brown eyes wide. "You're Senator Anderson's son!" Blaine nodded almost miserably. "And you…" She pointed at the Doctor and Rose. "You… kidnapped him…?" The garage fell silent as she thought through what had happened and slumped back into her chair.

"According to the news." Jack smiled briefly at her, before his gaze fell onto Blaine and Kurt. Something a kin to pain flashed in them before they gained an almost happy edge to them. "Just tell them that you were kidnapped by a man and woman, you don't know what they wanted, but once they saw the news got scared enough to release you. Don't mention anyone or anything else. Nothing that happened here leaves this room." Jack looked back at the Doctor. "You sure you don't want me to RETCON them?"

"Retcon?" Kurt asked curiously before deciding that he didn't really want to know. "Never mind." He spoke quickly, turning his face into Blaine's shoulder before pushing himself up into a seated position. "I guess this is goodbye." He spoke softly, his eyes falling onto the short boy's face for a moment before he blushed and looked down at his knees.

"I guess…." Blaine spoke just as softly before he perked up, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Can I get your number?"

A slow smile covered Kurt's face too, before he scrambled to write the number on a piece of paper that had been on his father's desk. His father…. "I hope everything turns out okay with your dad." Blaine whispered, his hand falling onto Kurt's back. "Tell me if anything changes."

Kurt sighed, his eyes bearing into Blaine's hazel orbs as tears welled unwelcome behind his own blue-gray-green ones. He swallowed, his eyes pulling away from the understanding ones before him and, instead, looking to the ground. Scuff marks were painted on the sparkling linoleum, reminding Kurt of what had happened a few hours before. "I will." Kurt's eyes rose to meet Blaine's again. They forced smiles at one another, tension that Kurt didn't remember being there any moment in the day when they had met.

"So… how are we getting back to school?" David spoke up from his spot in the doorway, effectively breaking the tension that had been flooding from Kurt and Blaine.

"The TARDIS." The Doctor opened the telephone booth-police box-thing with a flourish and wide smile.

Kurt's eyes met Blaine's again. "I'll text you." Blaine spoke almost silently, his hand reaching out to touch Kurt's arm for a moment longer than was necessary before he blushed and pulled himself away from the younger male. He shuffled towards the blue box behind a reluctant David, glancing backwards every ten or so steps to look back at Kurt and Santana. The Latina waved a hand in goodbye, as did Brittany before he fully entered the blue box, turning back one last time with his hand raised in an almost regretful goodbye to Kurt. Kurt, himself, couldn't help a small smile tugging at his lips due to the view of Blaine's blushing face.

He sighed, turning back towards Jack and the girls, hastily forcing his tears backwards. For some reason it didn't feel even close to goodbye.

The consoles inside the TARDIS beeped mercilessly as the Doctor went about his business. Blaine's stomach dropped once more into his stomach and he shifted so that his back was pressed against the wall. David's hands gripped onto the railing so tight that his knuckles were painted with a hue of unnatural white. "Blair." The Doctor piped up, a hint of mischief in his eyes as Blaine raised a simple eyebrow and muttered 'Blaine' under his breath at the exact moment Rose spoke it loudly. "What do you say to traveling with us?"

"What?" Rose questioned in apparent shock. The Doctor winked at her.

"Travel?" Blaine's voice held the same shock that had come from Rose's question.

David swallowed audibly, the Doctor's hand patting him on the back slightly as he walked by, standing so that his hands were clasped over Blaine's shoulders. "Travel with us. Rose and I. See the stars. Places you've never seen before! Places you couldn't even dream of!"

The Dalton boy blinked in shock before tearing his eyes away from the Doctor's. Rose stared back at him when his eyes met hers. Rejection shinned brighter than it ever had before and Blaine felt, suddenly, as though he was back at his old school. Back at Westerville High where the ones who used to be his friends sent him looks of rejection and disgust the moment Amiee had forced him out of the closet. He shuffled away from her gaze, attempting to move even farther so that his back hit the door, but the Doctor's grip kept him in place so that he had to look the man in the eyes. "Can-Can I think about it?" The Doctor's smile disappeared before reappearing in a matter of a second.

"Of course." He pulled Blaine into his arms for a brief hug before scrambling back towards to the console. "And welcome back to Dalton Academy."

Santana's Ford pulled into her driveway, her head falling onto her crossed arms against the leather steering wheel. Her eyes rose to stare openly at her house. She was insane. That much Santana was sure of. She sighed, pushing open her car door and making her way towards her doorway. "You're insane San. You've been hanging out with Britt way too much." She muttered under her breath.

"Hello!" A man's voice spoke to her right, pulling her attention towards the yard next to hers. A handsome man waved frantically. "I'm Tim! You must be Santana." Wonder and worry fluttered in her stomach at the thought. He seemed to sense her paranoid fear. "Your father adores you. Anyway, I'm your new neighbor." He smiled lightly at her in a way that was meant to be charming.

Santana shook his hand in a tight grip before making her excuses and going into her house. But she couldn't shake the feeling that his eyes were following her way, her gaze never once leaving pathway before her. She simply had had enough weird happenings around her than was needed for the day.

With a click the door fell shut behind her.

A: N – So… a pretty sucky chapter but it's something, yeah? Once again I apologize for not updating sooner and I will work to get the next one up soon. I mean, we all want to know exactly what happened to Burt right? Thanks everyone for the reviews!