Dear Santa, Kurt Hummel slowly wrote on a piece of paper, I'm so sorry for sending this note on Christmas Eve, even though I already wrote you a list of things I want for Christmas this year. I forgot something really important I want – an odd sound interrupted the boy's thoughts, and he frowned.

When he was sure it was quiet again, he continued to write. If you can send someone, preferably my mommy, to help me with the statues in the backyard of the house next door, that'll be great. You see, that house is for sale, so it's pretty empty – Kurt stopped his colored pencil in midair, hearing the same strange sound again.

There are these statues of angels in the backyard, and I think they're alive because every time I look through my window, the angels are in different places each time. I don't think statues are supposed to be alive, and I'm actually really scared. I haven't told anyone, Daddy will probably think it's just a nightmare since I have a big imagination. So if you can, Santa, please send someone to help me. I'm so scared.

Once he signed his name at the bottom of the letter, he slipped out of bed and walked downstairs into the living room. He left the note next to the plate of cookies that was set up nicely on the coffee table for Santa.

This was his second Christmas without his mommy and so he really missed the smell of pancakes in the morning, because that was the first thing Mommy did every Christmas morning. Daddy just recently started the tradition again last year, but he knew it wouldn't ever be the same. Kurt knew his daddy meant well and ate the pancakes anyway, even if they were a bit burnt.

Before the ten-year-old went back upstairs, he once again heard that really weird noise. What was that awful yet lovely noise? It sounded closer than it was before, as if it was above his house. It couldn't be Santa, it was much too early for his presents to be delivered. It most certainly could not be the big man in the red suit since Kurt knew his sleigh wouldn't make sort of a VWORRRP! VWORRRP! VWORRRP! noise.

Becoming more and more curious by the second, Kurt ran over to one of the living room windows, peering out through the curtains. Thick, white snow covered the ground in his neighborhood, but other than that nothing was out of the ordinary.

Until CRASH!

Kurt yelped, startled by the loud sound that came from his backyard. A few alarms from nearby vehicles went off and dogs started to bark. The blue-eyed practically zoomed to the back of the house, startled once more at the new addition to the backyard.

It was a blue police box, crashed right in the middle of the lawn. Since it was still snowing out and Kurt really didn't want to catch a cold, he quickly ran back up to his room to put on his blue rain boots and his favorite coat he received from Mommy a couple of Christmases ago. He couldn't explain the feeling he had when he ran towards the blue box. He was excited and scared and curious all at the same time.

For a kid like Kurt living in Lima, there wasn't much to see. Everything just seemed rather normal and…boring. So this blue box that fell apparently from the sky and into his backyard was the most exhilarating and terrifying thing that has ever happened to Kurt Hummel.

The brunet was a few feet away from the box when its doors were pushed open, which scared him so he jumped back a couple of steps. A man – well, more like a teenager – crawled up from the blue box, smiling big. His hair was curly and really wet, so it was plastered to his face. He had the prettiest hazel eyes Kurt has ever seen. He seemed to be wearing a dark blue coat with red linen, which was soaked in water.

"Hello there!" the young man shouted, his voice strangely warm and smooth.

"Why are you wet?" Kurt asked, surprising himself that that was the first question he asked. He didn't even say hi back, so his cheeks tinted pink at how rude he was probably being. Mommy taught him to have good manners and he must always introduce himself to strangers.

"I'm sorry," Kurt muttered. "Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel."

The young man in the dark blue coat jumped out of the box, his shoes making a squishing and crunching noise as he landed on the snow. He smiled at the boy, noticing the wonderful curiosity in those blue eyes.

"I'm the Doctor, it's very nice to meet you, Kurt," he said.

"So, why are you wet?" Kurt asked again.

"I fell in the swimming pool," the Doctor simply said, gazing around at his surroundings.

"Swimming pool?" Kurt repeated. "How is there a swimming pool in there?" Surely the blue box was too small for a swimming pool; he even doubted there was enough room just for the young man who called himself the Doctor. What kind of a name was that, anyway? The idea of a pool in the box was enough to confuse Kurt.

Before the Doctor could explain further, he stumbled in his footing a bit. Kurt almost moved forward to help him, but he'd be crushed if the hazel-eyed fell.

"Are you okay?" the boy asked.

"S-still Regenerating," the Doctor replied. "Need…need food. Bananas! Bananas are cool!"

"There are bananas in the house." Kurt gave the man a weird look as he led him to the kitchen. "So you are a doctor."

"The Doctor," the Doctor corrected him, spotting a fruit bowl on the kitchen counter and plucked a banana from there. He took a bite of it and chewed a couple times before he made a face.

"What's wrong? Daddy just got these yesterday, they shouldn't taste ba – "

"Bananas are gross," the Doctor cut him off, tossing the yellow fruit to the other side of the kitchen. "I hate bananas."

Kurt gave him another strange look as the young man opened the refrigerator, rummaging through the shelves and drawers.

"Mmm, yogurt! I love yogurt," the Doctor said, dipping his finger in the cup of strawberry yogurt and tasting it with the tip of his tongue. "Ew, are you trying to kill me?" He turned to the blue-eyed boy, throwing the yogurt away.

"Maybe if you made up your mind about what food you love," Kurt retorted, "you wouldn't eat the food that tastes bad. And strawberry yogurt is delicious by the way, that was my last cup."

"Urgh, you'll live without it." The Doctor pulled out a box of sugar cookie dough from the freezer. "Sugar cookies! Fantastic, now we're talking."

Kurt rolled his eyes before he helped the Doctor with placing the dough onto a sheet of tin foil, aligning them just right. There was extra dough left enough for the two of them, so they ate it in peaceful silence after putting the cookies in the oven. They sat on the couch in the living room, Kurt with his legs crossed and the Doctor with his feet on a foot stool in front of him.

"Oh, it's Christmas Eve!" the Doctor exclaimed, finally noticing the Christmas tree in the corner besides the television set, its lights and ornaments quite colorful. Two stockings hung above the fireplace, the names "Burt" and "Kurt" sewed on them. Then there was a small coffee table that had a plate of a variety of cookies, a glass of milk, and a note that said To: Santa, Love: Kurt.

"Of course it's Christmas Eve," Kurt said, looking up at the Doctor. "It'll be Christmas in" – he glanced at the clock hanging above the backdoor – "three hours." There was excitement in his voice, yet, the feeling of spending Christmas a second time without his mom was still lingering.

"Where are your parents?"

"Daddy's at my auntie's Christmas party. My mommy passed away when I was eight." Kurt looked down at his hands in his lap. "Mrs. Thomas, the neighbor, is supposed to watch me. She's asleep in the guest room, though."

The Doctor's face softened. He could tell the boy didn't understand the concept of death, there was hope in his eyes that his mother could come back somehow, but the young man didn't comment on it.

"Don't you think we're making enough ruckus for Mrs. Thomas?" he said, grinning.

"I don't think she minds," Kurt said, a smile tugging on his lips. "She sleeps like a bear; she won't wake up for anything." He giggled, which put a goofy huge smile on the Doctor's face.

A ding! was heard from the kitchen, indicating that the cookies were done baking. Kurt jumped off the couch and hurried into the kitchen, asking the Doctor if he could help taking the treats out of the oven.

Once the sugar cookies were out and cooled off, the boys ate in the living room, watching Home Alone 2. It was an hour and a half before Christmas and Kurt was bouncing in his seat. He was glad this strange man was here next to him; at least he didn't spend Christmas Eve alone. The Doctor was actually really nice, and super pretty, Kurt had to admit.

The brunet was about to suggest for them to bake a second batch of cookies when the blue box outside began to make noises. The Doctor cursed under his breath and he quickly got up, heading towards the backyard. Kurt followed closely behind, confused.

"The TARDIS doesn't want to stay here very long for some reason," the Doctor explained, peering inside the box. "Plus this baby's new; it has to travel for a bit before it can stabilize."

"The…TARDIS? But it's a police box." When the words it has to travel for a bit hit Kurt, he immediately became teary-eyed. "Y-you…you can't go, it's Christmas."

The Doctor paused for a second before he kneeled in front of the boy, whose eyes were a shiny blue when his tears threatened to pour out.

"Kurt Hummel," the Doctor started, "would you have the pleasure to travel with me?"

"Wh-what? In there? It's a box," Kurt managed to say before choking out a sob.

"It's a time machine. We can travel across the stars and time. But, it has to be stabilized first. I'll be back in five minutes." The hazel-eyed pushed a strand of Kurt's hair away from his pretty face.

"That's what…that's what Mommy said…before she…she…" Kurt couldn't hold it in; he let the tears fall freely down his face. His mommy said the same thing before she left for a short trip to the grocery store, before she got in a car accident and unfortunately didn't survive.

"H-hey, Kurt, don't cry. Please don't." The Doctor embraced the small boy, making Kurt squeal at the contact. "Five minutes, I promise. Even if you don't come with me, I'll be back to say a proper goodbye. I promise, Kurt." He reluctantly let go, staring into those wonderful blue eyes of the boy. He stepped back and jumped inside the box he called the TARDIS…a time machine…Kurt couldn't wrap his mind around that fact yet.

"Five minutes!" the odd man called out when the noises of the machine got louder.

With his vision a little blurred by the tears, Kurt still watched the TARDIS fading away slowly before it completely disappeared. He roughly wiped the tears with the sleeve of his coat, the thought of the Doctor coming back soon so they can travel across the universe together finally made him feel extremely happy. That sounded a lot more of an exciting life to Kurt than being in Lima, Ohio.

And with that, the ten-year-old hurried back inside the house to gather up his things. Sure, he would dearly miss his daddy, but if the Doctor was telling the truth about the box being a time machine, he would be able to go back in time before his dad even noticed he was gone.

He was finally going to be away from this life, from the bullies and from everyone who looked at him differently. Most importantly, he'd be away from the scary angel statues. Which reminded him, he hoped Santa would still read his letter and somehow get rid of those scary statues.

He packed some of his clothes and his favorite stuffed animals into a small suitcase, quickly running down the stairs and out into the backyard. Convinced that the TARDIS would land in the same place, Kurt sat on his suitcase a few feet away. Luckily it stopped snowing sometime when he was packing, but the brunet still shivered from the cold.

Kurt glanced at his wrist watch he received from his dad last year. Five minutes had passed. No sign of the blue box.

Another five minutes went by, and Kurt felt a lump in his throat, afraid that something must've happened to the Doctor while he was on his way back.

A painful twenty minutes slowly ticked by, and it was Christmas. The Doctor didn't come back. Worried, Kurt began to pace, rubbing his hands together to keep them warm. Did something terrible happen to the Doctor? Was he in an accident, just like the one his mommy was in?

Kurt held back the tears as he went inside, deciding it was best to get out of the cold for a little while. The Doctor had to come back, he promised. Maybe there was traffic in space. Whatever the reason, Kurt waited in his room, lying on his bed and stared out the window. He thought of several places he and the Doctor could visit, it would be so much fun.

However, the young brunet couldn't help but cry when he realized that he was once again spending Christmas by himself. Five minutes, the Doctor said. He promised.

Friends weren't supposed to break promises. And the Doctor was Kurt's first friend. What a terrible way to start a friendship, but little Kurt Hummel wasn't about to give up on The Doctor. He would wait for the young man with the blue box. Five minutes, five months, whatever. The Doctor promised.

And so Kurt waited.

And then he remembered…the moving statues. He was so caught up in wanting someone to be with him for Christmas – perhaps he should've mentioned the scary statues to the Doctor. Maybe he knew what to do.

Kurt slowly got up from bed and walked towards his window, which had a view of the backyard of the empty house next to his. The angels were in a different position then when he checked a few hours ago.

He blinked. The angels moved again, and it seemed as if they were coming closer to the brick wall that divided the two houses.

Now terrified, the brunet ran back into bed and hid under the covers. He convinced himself the Doctor would definitely come back, no matter what. Pretty soon, he would be able to leave this terrible place and those scary angels. The Doctor promised, after all.