Somewhere Only We Knew Chap. 1
Title: Somewhere Only We Knew
Author: Trintiys_Sin
Pairings/Characters: Finn/Kurt, Blaine/Sam, Lancelot/Gwen, Arthur/Merlin, Eleventh Doctor, Amy/Rory
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/ Spoilers: spoiler warning for Glee, Merlin and Doctor Who, just to be safe, all episodes.
Summary: Finn’s got one last chance to set everything right
Chapter One:
‘It’s final, I’m going to kill him the next time I see him,’ Finn thinks as the darkened sky lets out another booming roar before releasing the fat drops of rain. He pulls his jacket closed tighter, effectively securing Kurt tighter to his chest. The small boy has a hand on the back of his neck, running small fingers through short, dark-brown strands of hair.
“Finny, ‘m tired,” he mumbles into the elder’s collarbone.
“I know,” he speaks into the child’s hair. “You can sleep if you want.”
“Too cold,” he shivers. He shifts him in his arms, simultaneously resetting the small pack filled with their meager possessions on his back, trying to better shield Kurt from the elements. Not only did the lunatic drop them off at the wrong time but blocks away from their destination too. That man was dead the minute he got his hands on him.
“Finny!” Kurt wails, yanking the hair in his hands. “’m hungry too.” He jumps as a loud boom sounds over them causing the boy to jump. “And scared. I want my mommy!” His eyes go wide before bursting into tears.
“Hush, baby,” he coos, dropping a kiss to his forehead. He slips into an empty doorway, getting them out of the heavy rain. He lifts Kurt up until they are face to face. “Baby, I’ve told you, your mommy can’t be here so she left me to take care of you.”
“But,” he sniffles; Finn cuts his off by nuzzling his nose into a wet cheek. The boy giggles despite his tears. It’s the first time he’s heard him giggle in months. It makes a warm feeling uncurl and spread over his chest at the fact it’s because of him.
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispers the pledge he always manages to break. He kisses both of the boy’s rosy cheeks, his button nose and eyelids, Kurt laughing the entire time. The child brings his cool hands up to push the elder’s face away.
They stare at each other for a moment and Finn’s carried away to a time when there was a different emotion in those blue-at-the-moment eyes. Kurt presses an innocent kiss to his lips, a pink flush on his chubby cheeks. He burrows his face back into his neck. Finn laughs heartily. Leaning back against the door jam, he slides to the ground being mindful of the bundle in his arms. It may not be high-class but the can wait there until the rain stops. They are already really early or really late to where there heading it just depends on who you ask.
SWOWK
He readjusts the sleeping Kurt in his arms, taking all the weight on one arm and freeing the other. He raises it to grasp hold of the disappointingly plain, bronze knocker on a sea foam door. They are finally at where they are meant to be. He lets it drop. It bounces with an obnoxiously loud bang, startling both boys. Kurt’s head jerks up, smacking Finn’s chin, hard. He lets out a yelp just as the door swings open. A mildly startled, mildly annoyed caramel toned woman stands in the doorway.
She is dressed in sweats and a big t-shirt, her curly brown hair standing at attention. He feels a little guilty at waking her up so late in the night. The storm had gone on for quite a long while and he had dropped off at some point. If he had to guess he’d say it was well past midnight. “Yes?” she says politely, a yawn sneaking up at the end.
“Um, Gwen? I’m Finn Hudson and this is Kurt Hummel,” said boy gives the woman a drowsy wave. Recognition slowly lights up her dark brown eyes.
“Oh my gosh!” she gasps. “I didn’t think you guys were coming anymore!” She stands to the side, ushering them into the warm house. She takes his soaking coat from him, hanging it on the doorknob. “You must be tired. I’ll show you to your rooms. I can give you the full tour tomorrow,” she says turning to the stairs.
“I wanna sleep with you,” Kurt breathes into his ear, his hand tightening in the striped polo.
“Sure buddy,” he agrees, following Gwen to the second floor. When they get to his room, he apologizes for waking her up at such an hour and thanks her for opening up her home to them. She just smiles, excitedly, and asks if they need anything else before continuing down the hall. Finn closes the door, turning to look at the room. It’s a decent sized room with a dresser to his left and the bed to his right. There is a desk pushed under the room’s only window on the far wall.
He sets Kurt down on the bed and makes quick work of their damp clothes. He pulls out a fresh pair of boxers for him and one of his old shirts for the kid. When they are both changed, the bag is shoved into a dresser drawer. Finn makes sure to dig in his jean pockets until he retrieves the metal device. He puts in on the tiny nightstand then climbs into bed. Kurt snuggles into him and he protectively wraps an arm around the boy.
“This is our new home,” he sighs.
“It’s scary,” Kurt responds, body stiffing.
“I’ll be here,” he reassures, rubbing circles into his back. The younger doesn’t seem persuaded. Taking a deep breath Finn launches into the first notes of “I’ll Stand by You.” It feels like a lifetime ago that Kurt made him sing to what he thought was going to be his child. So much had happened, changed in those two years. This was the start of the next ten years of their lives.
Ten Years Later
Finn lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling while his mind churns with the remainders of his nightmare. He knows this is coming, he has for ten years. It still scares him, though. Time will be reversing and accelerating. Future events will start aligning with past events and today is the start. There is a soft knock on his bedroom door. He knows that’s his signal to get up but his body won’t respond. “Finn?” a voice calls through the door. He sighs, eyelids dropping shut. He takes a few long breathes, calming down.
“Finn!” the voice calls again tinged with annoyance. Taking on more lungful of air, he slips out of bed. He tugs on the cleanest clothes he can find, pausing in front of his dresser shirt halfway on. He shifts through the clutter until his fingers stumble across the thin chain of a necklace. He pulls the piece out, dangling it before his face. There is a small pale yellow bird pendent at the end. It shimmers in the faint sunlight that is peaking through his heavy curtains. It was originally a locket but he knows it’ll no longer open.
“Finn!” The knocks are harder, more impatient. He shoves the necklace into his jean’s pocket and makes his way to the door. He swings it open, letting it gently bang against the wall.
“Happy birthday, Buddy,” he cheers, grinning down at the startled brunette, who’s scowl slowly morphs into an affectionate grin.
“Why thank you, Finn Hudson,” he beams, tugging Finn’s shirt down the rest of the way. “But that doesn’t excuse your dreadful choice in clothes!” he pouts. Finn just chuckles, looping his arm around Kurt’s shoulders. He guides him towards the stairs.
“Has Gwen made breakfast yet?” he asks. The smaller boy sighs moving out from under his arm. He lets his arm drop, silently yearning for the days when Kurt would melt into him. They amble down to the kitchen, the birthday boy excitedly reciting his plans for the day. The other listens intently, noting that the plans no longer revolve or include him. The moment they step into the kitchen Kurt is scooped up by a pair of warm caramel colored arms.
“Gwen!” he giggles into the hug.
“Happy birthday,” she responds, placing a kiss on his brow. The taller man slips past them heading for the stove. He eyes the piles of food, quietly trying to pick up a plate from the stack left by the stove. “Don’t even think about it Finnegan!” she rebukes, her back still to him. He frowns, putting the plate back. He runs his fingers over the stack, noting that there are five more than usual.
“Where’s Lancelot?” he asks.
“Picking up a couple of friends,” she says absently, moving to check the bacon before turning the burner off. He puzzles over who they are. In truth he should already know.
“Morning,” a curly, dark haired boy announces as he steps into the kitchen. He is dressed in clothes that match more and are cleaner than Finn’s. He brings Kurt into a hug with a “Happy birthday, darling,” and a kiss on his cheek. He moves over to stand by Finn, eyeing the food the same way the taller one had.
“Don’t you think of it either, Blaine Anderson!” Gwen chides breezing past them to set the table. He pouts, shoving his hands into his khaki’s.
“So where’s Sam?” Kurt asks, coming up behind them and swiping a strip of bacon. He smiles when Gwen doesn’t say anything. The shorter boy’s scowl turns into a smug smirk.
“He’ll be down in a minute,” he says simply. The birthday boy accepts the answer, moving to sit at the table. Finn knows better, however.
“You guys didn’t!” he gasps.
“We’re just getting reacquainted with teenage hormones, Finn. Unlike you we have to do it all over again.” He says sternly though the smirk is still in place.
“Yeah, well don’t get reacrated with them when everyone is still in the house!”
“I always make sure Sam is quiet,” Blaine chuckles. Finn doesn’t want to know what that entitles or entails. He knows this is a lost cause, as long as they remain quiet. He shuffles over to the table, grabbing the plates on his way. He is laying the last one down when Sam enters. His blond hair damp from the shower and there are faint circles under his eyes.
“Morning,” he yawns, stumbling over to the table. “And happy sweet sixteen, Kurt!” he smiles, flopping into his seat.
“Thank you, Sam.”
“Breakfast is ready!” Gwen says, carrying over the different dishes. She starts to carefully set them down. She is about to put the bacon down when she halts midway, her attention turned to the glass doors that lead out to the patio. A tap on the glass has everyone turning. There is a man at the window, he’s beaming and wearing some strange Aladdin-like hat on his head. A red haired lady is standing behind him, scowl on her lips and confusion in her eyes. The man waves and all of a sudden Finn realizes who this is. With a groan he reaches over to open the door for them. The man steps through, eyes landing on Kurt.
“Kurt. Kurt! It’s been a while hasn’t it?” he says walking over to grab the boy’s hand. “Then again you probably don’t remember me, defiantly wouldn’t recognize me.” The last part is spoken more to himself than anyone else. “Oh and to think you’re turning sixteen, again. Your second sweet sixteen! I remember your first one! That was the day we met!”
“Doctor?” the red-head interrupts, thankfully, before he can say more. She steps in to the house, followed by a skinny brown haired man Finn hadn’t noticed before.
“Oh right, Kurt this is Amelia and Rory, Amelia and Rory meet Kurt, Finn, Gwen, Blaine and Sam. The others are on their way I assume.” The Doctor introduces.
“We’re here!” a lanky black haired man with large ears and sharp cheekbones announces as he, a blond man, and Lancelot step into the room.
“We would have been on time if this idiot didn’t get distracted,” the blond snaps.
“It’s only right to get the birthday boy a gift!” the big-eared man says, looking at the blond like he is the dumb one. “I wasn’t sure how much your tastes have change,” he says turning to the thoroughly confused Kurt. “So I got you something you almost died for,” he smiles, pulling out a CD from the pocket of his large coat. Finn knows exactly what it is without having to see it from the startled gasp that leaves the boy’s lips.
“Merlin,” he growls at the man. Said man looks over at him, smiling disarmingly but his dark blue eyes are serious. He gets the message. And so does Sam if the elbow to Blaine’s side is any indication.
“Kurt, darling, why don’t we go to the mall now,” Blaine says gently, raising from his seat the blonde at his side.
“But I haven’t even eaten breakfast yet,” he complains, eyes flicking between Merlin and Finn worriedly.
“We’ll go to your favorite café,” he bribes, dragging Kurt’s chair away from the table. He grabs the boy’s wrist, hauling him out of the seat with a startled squawk.
“Shopping and breakfast?!” the Doctor shoots in; dropping into Kurt’s no available seat. “You two should go with them,” he directs at his companions.
“But, Doctor, what will you be doing?” Amy asks, eyebrow lifting. Finn remembers when he had to deal with that kind of suspicion. It’s the one thing he doesn’t miss about that summer.
“Me? I’m just going to sit here and have a nice chat with these nice people,” he grins. Sam sweeps back into the room, Finn hadn’t even realized he’d left. He holds out Blaine and Kurt’s jacket, his already on. The couple starts to force the reluctant teen into his.
“About what?” both Amy and Kurt cry. Arthur, the blonde, guides Merlin to the table. They occupy Blaine and Sam’s seats.
“Well, my dear Kurt, we are going to talk about how this is technically a paradox! We are changing something that’s already happened. Something that is set in stone! But because I like you, Kurtsie, I’m helping with this paradox. Oh, I’m a rebel!”
“Finn?” he turns to him, obviously confused by the Doctor’s rambles.
“Go,” Finn orders sternly. He has to look away from those green-blue eyes that now radiate hurt and disappointment. He is doing this for him; he can’t let the smaller teen know what’s going on until he understands fully. This time Kurt allows Blaine to tug him out of the house. The Doctor turns back to the two behind him, jerking his head in the trio’s direction a secretive smile on his face. With a resigned sigh, Amy grabs Rory’s arm and stalks after them.
“So,” the Doctor says, straightening his coat and patting his fez. “Let’s talk.”
Notes: So I'm not sure if this chapter answered any of your questions (if nothing you probably have more) This chapter did though introduce all the characters this story is going to mainly focus on. There will be other Gleeks popping in but not hanging around for long. The past then present thing is going to continue (though it might get confusing when tie travel starts)
For those of you who aren't fimiliar with Doctor Who/ and or Merlin there are pictures in my journal
Alrightie, Comment! Questions are welcome!
Author: Trintiys_Sin
Pairings/Characters: Finn/Kurt, Blaine/Sam, Lancelot/Gwen, Arthur/Merlin, Eleventh Doctor, Amy/Rory
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/ Spoilers: spoiler warning for Glee, Merlin and Doctor Who, just to be safe, all episodes.
Summary: Finn’s got one last chance to set everything right
Chapter One:
‘It’s final, I’m going to kill him the next time I see him,’ Finn thinks as the darkened sky lets out another booming roar before releasing the fat drops of rain. He pulls his jacket closed tighter, effectively securing Kurt tighter to his chest. The small boy has a hand on the back of his neck, running small fingers through short, dark-brown strands of hair.
“Finny, ‘m tired,” he mumbles into the elder’s collarbone.
“I know,” he speaks into the child’s hair. “You can sleep if you want.”
“Too cold,” he shivers. He shifts him in his arms, simultaneously resetting the small pack filled with their meager possessions on his back, trying to better shield Kurt from the elements. Not only did the lunatic drop them off at the wrong time but blocks away from their destination too. That man was dead the minute he got his hands on him.
“Finny!” Kurt wails, yanking the hair in his hands. “’m hungry too.” He jumps as a loud boom sounds over them causing the boy to jump. “And scared. I want my mommy!” His eyes go wide before bursting into tears.
“Hush, baby,” he coos, dropping a kiss to his forehead. He slips into an empty doorway, getting them out of the heavy rain. He lifts Kurt up until they are face to face. “Baby, I’ve told you, your mommy can’t be here so she left me to take care of you.”
“But,” he sniffles; Finn cuts his off by nuzzling his nose into a wet cheek. The boy giggles despite his tears. It’s the first time he’s heard him giggle in months. It makes a warm feeling uncurl and spread over his chest at the fact it’s because of him.
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispers the pledge he always manages to break. He kisses both of the boy’s rosy cheeks, his button nose and eyelids, Kurt laughing the entire time. The child brings his cool hands up to push the elder’s face away.
They stare at each other for a moment and Finn’s carried away to a time when there was a different emotion in those blue-at-the-moment eyes. Kurt presses an innocent kiss to his lips, a pink flush on his chubby cheeks. He burrows his face back into his neck. Finn laughs heartily. Leaning back against the door jam, he slides to the ground being mindful of the bundle in his arms. It may not be high-class but the can wait there until the rain stops. They are already really early or really late to where there heading it just depends on who you ask.
SWOWK
He readjusts the sleeping Kurt in his arms, taking all the weight on one arm and freeing the other. He raises it to grasp hold of the disappointingly plain, bronze knocker on a sea foam door. They are finally at where they are meant to be. He lets it drop. It bounces with an obnoxiously loud bang, startling both boys. Kurt’s head jerks up, smacking Finn’s chin, hard. He lets out a yelp just as the door swings open. A mildly startled, mildly annoyed caramel toned woman stands in the doorway.
She is dressed in sweats and a big t-shirt, her curly brown hair standing at attention. He feels a little guilty at waking her up so late in the night. The storm had gone on for quite a long while and he had dropped off at some point. If he had to guess he’d say it was well past midnight. “Yes?” she says politely, a yawn sneaking up at the end.
“Um, Gwen? I’m Finn Hudson and this is Kurt Hummel,” said boy gives the woman a drowsy wave. Recognition slowly lights up her dark brown eyes.
“Oh my gosh!” she gasps. “I didn’t think you guys were coming anymore!” She stands to the side, ushering them into the warm house. She takes his soaking coat from him, hanging it on the doorknob. “You must be tired. I’ll show you to your rooms. I can give you the full tour tomorrow,” she says turning to the stairs.
“I wanna sleep with you,” Kurt breathes into his ear, his hand tightening in the striped polo.
“Sure buddy,” he agrees, following Gwen to the second floor. When they get to his room, he apologizes for waking her up at such an hour and thanks her for opening up her home to them. She just smiles, excitedly, and asks if they need anything else before continuing down the hall. Finn closes the door, turning to look at the room. It’s a decent sized room with a dresser to his left and the bed to his right. There is a desk pushed under the room’s only window on the far wall.
He sets Kurt down on the bed and makes quick work of their damp clothes. He pulls out a fresh pair of boxers for him and one of his old shirts for the kid. When they are both changed, the bag is shoved into a dresser drawer. Finn makes sure to dig in his jean pockets until he retrieves the metal device. He puts in on the tiny nightstand then climbs into bed. Kurt snuggles into him and he protectively wraps an arm around the boy.
“This is our new home,” he sighs.
“It’s scary,” Kurt responds, body stiffing.
“I’ll be here,” he reassures, rubbing circles into his back. The younger doesn’t seem persuaded. Taking a deep breath Finn launches into the first notes of “I’ll Stand by You.” It feels like a lifetime ago that Kurt made him sing to what he thought was going to be his child. So much had happened, changed in those two years. This was the start of the next ten years of their lives.
Ten Years Later
Finn lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling while his mind churns with the remainders of his nightmare. He knows this is coming, he has for ten years. It still scares him, though. Time will be reversing and accelerating. Future events will start aligning with past events and today is the start. There is a soft knock on his bedroom door. He knows that’s his signal to get up but his body won’t respond. “Finn?” a voice calls through the door. He sighs, eyelids dropping shut. He takes a few long breathes, calming down.
“Finn!” the voice calls again tinged with annoyance. Taking on more lungful of air, he slips out of bed. He tugs on the cleanest clothes he can find, pausing in front of his dresser shirt halfway on. He shifts through the clutter until his fingers stumble across the thin chain of a necklace. He pulls the piece out, dangling it before his face. There is a small pale yellow bird pendent at the end. It shimmers in the faint sunlight that is peaking through his heavy curtains. It was originally a locket but he knows it’ll no longer open.
“Finn!” The knocks are harder, more impatient. He shoves the necklace into his jean’s pocket and makes his way to the door. He swings it open, letting it gently bang against the wall.
“Happy birthday, Buddy,” he cheers, grinning down at the startled brunette, who’s scowl slowly morphs into an affectionate grin.
“Why thank you, Finn Hudson,” he beams, tugging Finn’s shirt down the rest of the way. “But that doesn’t excuse your dreadful choice in clothes!” he pouts. Finn just chuckles, looping his arm around Kurt’s shoulders. He guides him towards the stairs.
“Has Gwen made breakfast yet?” he asks. The smaller boy sighs moving out from under his arm. He lets his arm drop, silently yearning for the days when Kurt would melt into him. They amble down to the kitchen, the birthday boy excitedly reciting his plans for the day. The other listens intently, noting that the plans no longer revolve or include him. The moment they step into the kitchen Kurt is scooped up by a pair of warm caramel colored arms.
“Gwen!” he giggles into the hug.
“Happy birthday,” she responds, placing a kiss on his brow. The taller man slips past them heading for the stove. He eyes the piles of food, quietly trying to pick up a plate from the stack left by the stove. “Don’t even think about it Finnegan!” she rebukes, her back still to him. He frowns, putting the plate back. He runs his fingers over the stack, noting that there are five more than usual.
“Where’s Lancelot?” he asks.
“Picking up a couple of friends,” she says absently, moving to check the bacon before turning the burner off. He puzzles over who they are. In truth he should already know.
“Morning,” a curly, dark haired boy announces as he steps into the kitchen. He is dressed in clothes that match more and are cleaner than Finn’s. He brings Kurt into a hug with a “Happy birthday, darling,” and a kiss on his cheek. He moves over to stand by Finn, eyeing the food the same way the taller one had.
“Don’t you think of it either, Blaine Anderson!” Gwen chides breezing past them to set the table. He pouts, shoving his hands into his khaki’s.
“So where’s Sam?” Kurt asks, coming up behind them and swiping a strip of bacon. He smiles when Gwen doesn’t say anything. The shorter boy’s scowl turns into a smug smirk.
“He’ll be down in a minute,” he says simply. The birthday boy accepts the answer, moving to sit at the table. Finn knows better, however.
“You guys didn’t!” he gasps.
“We’re just getting reacquainted with teenage hormones, Finn. Unlike you we have to do it all over again.” He says sternly though the smirk is still in place.
“Yeah, well don’t get reacrated with them when everyone is still in the house!”
“I always make sure Sam is quiet,” Blaine chuckles. Finn doesn’t want to know what that entitles or entails. He knows this is a lost cause, as long as they remain quiet. He shuffles over to the table, grabbing the plates on his way. He is laying the last one down when Sam enters. His blond hair damp from the shower and there are faint circles under his eyes.
“Morning,” he yawns, stumbling over to the table. “And happy sweet sixteen, Kurt!” he smiles, flopping into his seat.
“Thank you, Sam.”
“Breakfast is ready!” Gwen says, carrying over the different dishes. She starts to carefully set them down. She is about to put the bacon down when she halts midway, her attention turned to the glass doors that lead out to the patio. A tap on the glass has everyone turning. There is a man at the window, he’s beaming and wearing some strange Aladdin-like hat on his head. A red haired lady is standing behind him, scowl on her lips and confusion in her eyes. The man waves and all of a sudden Finn realizes who this is. With a groan he reaches over to open the door for them. The man steps through, eyes landing on Kurt.
“Kurt. Kurt! It’s been a while hasn’t it?” he says walking over to grab the boy’s hand. “Then again you probably don’t remember me, defiantly wouldn’t recognize me.” The last part is spoken more to himself than anyone else. “Oh and to think you’re turning sixteen, again. Your second sweet sixteen! I remember your first one! That was the day we met!”
“Doctor?” the red-head interrupts, thankfully, before he can say more. She steps in to the house, followed by a skinny brown haired man Finn hadn’t noticed before.
“Oh right, Kurt this is Amelia and Rory, Amelia and Rory meet Kurt, Finn, Gwen, Blaine and Sam. The others are on their way I assume.” The Doctor introduces.
“We’re here!” a lanky black haired man with large ears and sharp cheekbones announces as he, a blond man, and Lancelot step into the room.
“We would have been on time if this idiot didn’t get distracted,” the blond snaps.
“It’s only right to get the birthday boy a gift!” the big-eared man says, looking at the blond like he is the dumb one. “I wasn’t sure how much your tastes have change,” he says turning to the thoroughly confused Kurt. “So I got you something you almost died for,” he smiles, pulling out a CD from the pocket of his large coat. Finn knows exactly what it is without having to see it from the startled gasp that leaves the boy’s lips.
“Merlin,” he growls at the man. Said man looks over at him, smiling disarmingly but his dark blue eyes are serious. He gets the message. And so does Sam if the elbow to Blaine’s side is any indication.
“Kurt, darling, why don’t we go to the mall now,” Blaine says gently, raising from his seat the blonde at his side.
“But I haven’t even eaten breakfast yet,” he complains, eyes flicking between Merlin and Finn worriedly.
“We’ll go to your favorite café,” he bribes, dragging Kurt’s chair away from the table. He grabs the boy’s wrist, hauling him out of the seat with a startled squawk.
“Shopping and breakfast?!” the Doctor shoots in; dropping into Kurt’s no available seat. “You two should go with them,” he directs at his companions.
“But, Doctor, what will you be doing?” Amy asks, eyebrow lifting. Finn remembers when he had to deal with that kind of suspicion. It’s the one thing he doesn’t miss about that summer.
“Me? I’m just going to sit here and have a nice chat with these nice people,” he grins. Sam sweeps back into the room, Finn hadn’t even realized he’d left. He holds out Blaine and Kurt’s jacket, his already on. The couple starts to force the reluctant teen into his.
“About what?” both Amy and Kurt cry. Arthur, the blonde, guides Merlin to the table. They occupy Blaine and Sam’s seats.
“Well, my dear Kurt, we are going to talk about how this is technically a paradox! We are changing something that’s already happened. Something that is set in stone! But because I like you, Kurtsie, I’m helping with this paradox. Oh, I’m a rebel!”
“Finn?” he turns to him, obviously confused by the Doctor’s rambles.
“Go,” Finn orders sternly. He has to look away from those green-blue eyes that now radiate hurt and disappointment. He is doing this for him; he can’t let the smaller teen know what’s going on until he understands fully. This time Kurt allows Blaine to tug him out of the house. The Doctor turns back to the two behind him, jerking his head in the trio’s direction a secretive smile on his face. With a resigned sigh, Amy grabs Rory’s arm and stalks after them.
“So,” the Doctor says, straightening his coat and patting his fez. “Let’s talk.”
Notes: So I'm not sure if this chapter answered any of your questions (if nothing you probably have more) This chapter did though introduce all the characters this story is going to mainly focus on. There will be other Gleeks popping in but not hanging around for long. The past then present thing is going to continue (though it might get confusing when tie travel starts)
For those of you who aren't fimiliar with Doctor Who/ and or Merlin there are pictures in my journal
Alrightie, Comment! Questions are welcome!