Blaine sat alone in the choir room, playing a soft melody as he revealed in the quiet of the building.
This had become a regular thing for him, staying at school later then any normal teenager would probably want to do. It was the way he could truly be alone with his thoughts since there was no guarantee that his mother would leave him alone or his father wouldn’t start screaming about what ever had him upset on that particular day.
The wound of losing Kurt was still fresh and he could only handle so much emotion at one time.
As his fingers moved with practiced ease over the keys, he soon realized that he had been playing the song “Happy to Keep His Dinner Warm” and he pulled his hands away from the piano quickly as the eerie way his subconscious was trying to speak to him.
Glancing at his watch he started at the time, having no idea it was that late. Rubbing a hand over his face and sighing deeply, he grabbed his messenger bag from the floor beside him and stood to leave.
He was halfway to the front doors when he heard a strange groaning sound coming from the boiler room. The sound stopped and he frowned, wondering if there was something wrong with a pipe or something.
He was just thinking of trying to find the night janitor to tell them about the strange noise when the sound of whispered voices reached his ears. He turned around, trying to pinpoint where the voices were coming from.
The voices were coming closer and he was about to call out for them to identify themselves when two men rounded the corner. One of them was an eccentric-looking man with a mop of black hair and a tweed jacket—the other was Kurt.
Blaine’s heart quickened and his thoughts swirled with confusion upon seeing his boyfriend (he refused to think of them as exes yet).
Kurt suddenly looked up and froze, staring at Blaine in shock.
The strange man looked between the two of them and then raised his eyebrows as if he could tell what had drawn the reaction from Kurt.
Blaine clenched his teeth as he looked over the other man. Kurt hadn’t started dating this guy had he?
Blood pounded in Blaine’s ears as latched onto this idea and was trying to think of something to say when the stranger broke the silence first.
“Hello, I’m the Doctor. Who are you?”
“Blaine Anderson,” he said automatically.
“You wouldn’t be interested in helping us track down a ghost, would you Blaine Anderson?”
Blaine blinked, wondering if he had heard the man correctly.
Kurt nudged the Doctor on the arm, “I thought we were going to keep what we were doing here a secret.”
“We were but the more I think about it the more I’m sure this is a three person job.”
“Then why didn’t we just bring with Rachel with us?”
“Who?” asked the Doctor.
“My roommate,” said Kurt.
“Oh that’s right. No, no, we need someone at least 5’ 9” or taller.”
“I’m 5’ 8”,” said Blaine.
The Doctor paused, “We can work with that.”
“But—,”
“No buts, Kurt, I’m very adamant about this. Besides, how can we not trust him? He’s wearing a bowtie. A very nice one I might add.”
Blaine straightened up, fiddling with article of clothing in question.
“Now come along, boys, let’s go find this ghost.”
“What do you mean a ghost?”
“Kurt says there’s a ghost in this school somewhere.”
Blaine tried not to roll his eyes as he glanced over at Kurt. Kurt was staring fixedly ahead, making sure that his eyes never so much as drifted in Blaine’s direction.
“There is no ghost,” said Blaine.
The Doctor halted and spun his heel to face them. He looked at Kurt with a deep frown.
“No ghost? Then why did you tell me there was?”
“He doesn’t believe in it.”
“Ah…you humans,” he said, “you believe in this stuff when you’re kids why can’t you keep on believing it? It might make my job a lot easier; never mind any of that though, come on.”
The Doctor led them back to the choir room, leaving the door wide open behind them.
“Okay, Kurt show me where you usually see it?”
“Up here,” Kurt brought them over to the risers at the back of the room and stood up on a chair.
The Doctor followed along in his example, but Blaine remained leaning against the piano, watching them skeptically.
After a couple of minutes had passed, Blaine rolled his eyes and was about to try and debunk the ghost sighting when Kurt’s body grew tense and he pointed out the window excitedly.
“There it is! Do you see it?”
The Doctor leaned closer to the window and grinned, “Yes I do. Or at least it appears to be materializing.”
Blaine frowned, “What?”
“Come and see,” said the Doctor. “There’s definitely something forming across the way.”
Blaine retrieved a chair and placed it in front of the wide windows the choir room, peering across the courtyard and into the hallway opposite the choir room.
A bulb was flickering into life and it presently grew brighter then it should, like a bulb that was ready to burn out. Blaine was about to say as much when the bulb dimmed again and a flicker of movement caught his eye.
A shadowy figure had appeared beneath the light fixture and was slowly taking on the appearance of a very pasty teenage boy.
“Ah, see?!” Kurt exclaimed.
“No way,” Blaine mumbled to himself.
“That is beautiful,” declared the Doctor, narrowing his eyes to better bring the
apparition into focus.
“So is it a ghost?” asked Kurt.
“It would seem so,” replied the Doctor. “I wonder why the lights acted up when it appeared…”
“Does it matter?”
“It might matter a great deal, but then again, it might not.”
“Do you think we’ll be able to catch it?”
“What do you want to catch it for?”
“To talk to it,” said Kurt. “I want to know what its doing here.”
“That makes two of us. Or is it the three of us?”
Blaine looked over to see the Doctor staring at him intently. A scowl had returned to Kurt’s features and this decided his answer more then anything.
“Yeah, I want to know what that thing is too.”
Kurt grumbled something under his breath and looked out the window again at the ghost.
“Excellent, let’s go then, boys.”
The Doctor hopped down from his chair and led his companions out the door.
“What’s the easiest way to get there?”
“Follow me,” said Kurt, moving to the front of the trio and rounding a bend in the hallway.
“I don’t understand how the night janitor couldn’t see the thing though,” said Blaine. “That can’t have been real, could it?”
“Why couldn’t it?” demanded the Doctor.
“Because ghosts don’t exist,” he said simply.
“Oh that excuse again. You just saw it right in front of your eyes, Blaine, maybe you can come up with a better excuse for what we just saw.”
“It was an illusion or something; a trick of the lights.”
“That is a good idea, but that doesn’t mean you’re right. Why don’t we just find out what it really is before deciding who’s right and who’s wrong?”
The three men finally came to the hall where the ghost had been, except there was no sign of it anymore.
“Where’d it go?”
“Maybe it was just an illusion,” suggested Blaine.
“Or maybe it’s right behind you,” said the Doctor.
Blaine and Kurt both turned around to see the pale boy ghost floating a few feet away from Blaine.
The four stared at each other for a few minutes before a low humming started up and the florescent lights above their heads dimmed until they were in near pitch blackness. The trio backed up until they were standing with their shoulders touching, keeping their eyes locked on the ghost.
The ghost began to glow as bright as a streetlight, the pearly whiteness of its complexion gaining a slight yellowish-blue tone.
“Now hold on,” said the Doctor, “we’re not here to hurt you. We just want to know why you’re here in this school.”
The ghost boy didn’t answer him; instead its body grew so bright that they could no longer look at it straight on. There was a crackle of energy and the ghost suddenly shot up towards the ceiling, disappearing in the florescent tube above them.
The light flickered and returned to normal, lending them bearable light to see by.
“Now do you believe there’s a ghost?”
Kurt’s tone was snarky, but Blaine felt his stomach give a happy flip while his pulse quickened at the attention.
“Yes…that was a ghost, right?”
“I think so,” said the Doctor, “one that seems to live off electricity.”
“What do you mean ‘live off’?” asked Kurt, “It’s dead, isn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s what I meant.”
Kurt rolled his eyes.
“Do you know how to get rid of it?”
“I might,” said the Doctor. “It’s a long shot, but the only way I know of to fight an electrical ghost is with water.”
“But if we spray it with water won’t that just electrocute us?” asked Blaine.
“Ah, not if we have rubber soled shoes.”
He looked down at their feet.
“Not to worry, I have rubber soled shoes in the TARDIS. Come on.”
“What’s the TARDIS?” Blaine whispered to Kurt.
“It’s how we got here,” Kurt replied stiffly.
Knowing that was all he was going to get from Kurt at the moment, Blaine followed him and the Doctor through the halls down to the boiler room. A big, blue box was resting innocently in a corner.
“You guys got here in that?”
“Yep,” said the Doctor, “come on.”
He opened the doors and stepped inside, Kurt following him without any hesitation.
Sighing, but now completely curious, Blaine went in after them—and his jaw dropped.
“It’s…bigger on the inside…”
“Impressive, isn’t it?” chuckled the Doctor as he brought them through a white paneled corridor and to a huge, walk-in closet.
He went into the back a rummaged around, returning with two pairs of tennis shoes.
“Here, try these on.”
They did as he asked, finding they fit well enough that they would be comfortable in them. The Doctor changed into a pair of his own and led them back out into the console room.
“So how do we catch it?” Kurt asked.
“With water, weren’t you listening?”
“I mean how do we confine it somewhere to hit with the water?”
“It travels through the lights—or at least it seems to. All we have to do is cut the power in all areas of the school except for one. That way, we can control where it comes through?”
“And how do you think you’re going to do that?” Blaine inquired.
The Doctor reached into an inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a long, silvery device.
“With this,” he said, clicking a button to produce a whirring sound and cause the
end to light up green. “A sonic screwdriver,” he explained. “Now, while I’m doing that, I need the two of you to go and find as many buckets as you can, fill them with water and meet me back in the hall where we first saw it. If you can manage to get some hoses in through the windows that would be lovely too. Now, off you go.”
Kurt and Blaine had no time to argue as the Doctor practically pushed them out of the TARDIS doors, shutting them behind them.
Blaine glanced at Kurt, trying to think of what to say, but Kurt beat him to it.
“Let’s get this over with then.”
Kurt stalked off, Blaine following behind like a kicked puppy.
Fortunately for them, the night janitor hardly ever did his job and it was easy for them to swipe the necessary buckets and bring them to a nearby bathroom to fill them up.
“Kurt…?”
Kurt grunted.
“We need to talk.”
“I don’t think there’s much more to talk about,” he snapped. “You cheated on me, Blaine, end of story.”
“No, it’s—I didn’t…I didn’t sleep with Eli.”
Kurt scoffed, “Eli?”
“He didn’t pick his name, Kurt.”
“You just made out with him then. Didn’t go all the way, but were more or less in your underwear—”
“No, I…I couldn’t go through with any of it…”
“Why not?” demanded Kurt.
“Several reasons—the first being that it would make me a complete hypocrite after I basically embarrassed you in front of the glee club when I found out all you were doing was texting Chandler. The second is that the idea made me sick to my stomach.”
“I still don’t understand why you even considered it.”
Kurt placed the bucket he had been filling up on the ground with a little too much force, causing some water to slosh over the sides.
“I’m an attention whore, you know that.”
“I know. You’re like a dog waiting for its owner’s approval.”
Blaine grinned at the description and Kurt smiled gently.
“I really am sorry, Kurt. More then you’ll probably ever know and right now I don’t care if we ever get back together, because right now the only thing that’s important to me is forgiving me enough for us to remain friends. I really miss you, Kurt.”
Blaine swallowed around a lump that had formed in his throat and he jumped when Kurt’s soft hand suddenly descended on his shoulder.
“Blaine, look at me.”
Blaine did so, his heart stuttering in his chest.
“I’m not saying I forgive you yet, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss you either.”
Blaine blinked, “So what are you saying…?”
Kurt opened his mouth, about to answer, when the lights in the bathroom grew brighter then average and a low hum of energy filled the air.
Kurt and Blaine whirled around to see the outline of the ghost boy materializing a few inches above the bathroom floor. They both hefted a bucket, ready to throw the contents at the creature, when the lights suddenly flickered out of existence and, with it, the ghost.
“It must be the Doctor,” said Kurt.
“Yeah, let’s get these buckets down to the hallway.”
They finished filling the buckets (urging the water to move out of the pipes faster as they did so) and hurried out of the bathroom as fast they could with their burdens.
“What took you two so long?” asked the Doctor as they plunked the buckets down on either side of him.
“We can’t control the amount of time it takes for water to move through the pipes,” said Blaine.
“No matter how much you yell at it,” added Kurt.
“I’ve brought the hoses in,” said the Doctor, pointing to the long, rubber tubes sticking out of the open windows. “We better get ready with the buckets.”
Kurt and Blaine each took up a bucket, ready to throw the water at the ghost as
the Doctor’s command.
The Doctor hit the button on his sonic screwdriver and water began pumping out of the hoses, a puddle quickly forming on the floor. The Doctor picked up the third bucket and readied himself to toss the water out.
“Get ready,” he warned.
The florescent tubes above them were nearly blinding as a low hum settled over them and the ghost finally appeared. It became the pale boy and murder glowed in its eyes as it prepared to rush them, electricity sparking from its fingertips.
“Now!” shouted the Doctor.
Kurt, Blaine and the Doctor tossed the water at the ghost. The creature screeched as it sank closer to the ground and hit the puddle of water beneath it. The florescent bulbs grew bright as possible before exploding above them, glass raining down around the creature. There was the smell of burning electrical wire and the ghost dissipated into molecules.
“Did we get rid of it?” asked Kurt, once everything had cleared.
The Doctor pulled out his screwdriver again and scanned the area the ghost had disappeared. He checked the readings and nodded.
“It would appear so.”
“Are we going to clean this water up?” asked Blaine.
“Oh, someone else will take care of that. We took care of the important stuff.”

“You know, boys, I was thinking, you just helped me get rid of a deadly electrical ghost, the least I can do is repay you.”
They were back in the shoe closet, slipping their usual footwear back on. The Doctor had been leaning against the frame of the closet, watching them closely.
“How do you plan to do that?” asked Blaine.
“Come with me as my companions. We can go anywhere and anywhen you want. This ship can go anyplace in all of time and space. All you have to do is come with me and we can see it all.”
“What about school?” Blaine inquired.
“Blaine, I just said it was time machine. I can get you both back to your classes
without any trouble.”
“I think it might be fun,” said Kurt.
“You do?”
“Yeah,” he smiled over at Blaine, “three friends exploring the universe together. Who wouldn’t want to do that?”
Blaine grinned back at him, “Yeah, who wouldn’t?”
“Is that a ‘yes’ then, boys?”
“I think it is…,” said Blaine.
“It is,” confirmed Kurt.
“Excellent,” the Doctor clapped his hands together and led them back out to the console room.
“Where do you want to go?”
“You tell us,” said Blaine, “you’re the one who knows what’s out there.”
“Kurt?”
“I’m good with anywhere.”