“How about one of you choose where we go next,” suggested the Doctor. “In fact, I should have asked you if you had any ideas when we started out. I’m surprised it’s taken me this long to ask.”
“Go ahead;” said Kurt, “I think you already know where you want to go, don’t you?”
Blaine grinned a little, “I’m surprised you were even paying attention, considering where the conversation led.”
Kurt slapped Blaine playfully on the arm, a blush creeping along his face.
The Doctor arched an eyebrow at them, “Are either of you going to tell me what was said?”
“I said that if I ever built a time machine I’d like to go back to the 1970’s and give Bryan Ferry a high-five.”
“A high-five?” repeated the Doctor, “How very human of you.”
“Is that possible?”
“What giving him a high-five?”
“Partly yes…”
“Blaine, it’s a time machine. I could take you back to the year 70. Do you really think the 1970’s will be a problem?”
“But would you be able to get us in to see him?”
The Doctor looked up briefly from fiddling with the controls of the TARDIS.
“Psychic paper, remember? I could get you boys back stage if that’s where you want to be.”
After the TARDIS stopped shaking, the Doctor did a little hop-skip to the door and grabbed the handle as he waited for Blaine and Kurt to regain their feet.
“Here we go, 1972. Roxy Music’s first big hit “Virginia Plain” just made the list of U.K. Top Five and their detractors are seething over the fact that they’ve become overnight stars.”
He opened the door and stepped outside, Blaine and Kurt following behind excitedly (Blaine bouncing on the balls of his feet and grinning like a manic).
“Wait a minute, wasn’t their debut performance in ’74? I thought you were going to take us to a concert?”
“Well we could do that…or we could go and see a recording. Which would you prefer?”
Blaine grabbed the Doctor’s arm and looked at him a bit too intensely, “Don’t toy with me, Doctor. Can you really get us into the studio?”
The Doctor laughed and produced the psychic paper from his pocket, “Yes, Blaine, I can.”
“Well then why are we standing around here for? Let’s go.”
They entered EG Management’s studio from the back and, after the Doctor flashed the psychic paper at some employee, they were directed to the recording session.
Blaine had to bite his lip to keep from laughing giddily at seeing the band in the recording booth as he; Kurt and the Doctor slipped into the shadows and seated themselves in some nearby, plastic chairs.
They were only there for a few minutes before the song ended and the band’s manager spoke to them over the intercom.
“That was great guys. You’ll have a second album in no time if you keep making songs like this. Let’s take a break.”
The band left the recording booth and entered the next room, Blaine looking torn over whether or not he should stay glued to his seat or spring to his feet and march over to congratulate the group.
The manager made the decision for him, however, as he stood and turned, spying the trio sitting in the corner.
“Who the hell are you people? How did you get in here?”
The Doctor scrambled to his feet, psychic paper in hand, and flashed it at the manager and band members.
“Hello, we’re with the Department of Fan Training.”
“What?”
“We go around and introduce the band to various things that they might have to deal with fans before, after and during concerts as well as just being recognized in a grocery store. My collogue here, Blaine Anderson, will give you an example of what I mean. Blaine?”
Blaine jerked at the sound of his name before shuffling over to Ferry looking both terrified and in awe—as well as a bit manic.
“Mr. Ferry, will you give me a high-five?”
Blaine lifted his hand hopefully, waiting for Ferry to make the next move.
Ferry arched an eyebrow before following through with the motion.
“T-thank you, you guys are amazing; absolutely amazing!”
“Thanks, kid.”
“Paul Thompson, drummer, you’re awesome! You’re all so awesome!”
The band grinned and nodded accordingly, none brave enough to get too close to the young man.
The Doctor gripped Blaine’s upper arm and pulled him back a bit, patting him on the shoulder.
“Okay well that was an example of an overly obsessed fan. You all did splendidly and I think now, Kurt Hummel, would like to give you an example of someone who wants autographs.”
The manager shoved his way forwards and stood toe to toe with the Doctor, glaring at the strange man.
“Now look here, how did you freaks get in here? There’s no such thing as a Fan Training Department so I demand to know who you are and how you—”
He was cut off by a piercing scream, the room’s occupants snapping their heads towards the door in surprise.
“Really?” exclaimed Blaine, “Can’t we just have day where this doesn’t happen?”
“Relax; it may have been a mouse sighting.”
Suddenly the door flew open and a harried-looking woman stuck her head in looking terrified.
“Something’s happened to Liam.”
“Or not,” muttered Kurt.
The group headed out of the room and followed the woman down a corridor where they found a man at the end of a hallway where they found a horrified-looking man crouched on the floor and staring wide-eyed at the wall.
“Liam, what happened?” demanded the Doctor, crouching down next to the frightened man.
Liam lifted a shaky hand to point at the wall, gasping for breath as he did so.
“I-I-I—,” he stuttered.
“It’s okay, take your time.”
“It was a glowing monster! It just came out of the wall a-a-and I think it was g-g-going to eat me!”
“What are you talking about?” demanded the manager as the Doctor stood and walked hesitantly towards the wall.
“Weren’t you listening, he was nearly eaten by a glowing monster. It’s not that hard to understand.”
The manager shot the Doctor an annoyed look before telling the woman to call an ambulance.
“What do I tell them?”
“That one of our employees may have gone temporarily insane.”
The woman hurried off as everyone else watched the Doctor place his hand on the wall, pressing his ear to it as well as if listening for something.
“Is anything in there?” asked Kurt, coming to stand next to him.
“I can’t hear anything.”
The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and scanned the surface of the wall, frowning as he read the readings it gave him.
“Liam, when did this creature show up?”
“While the band was recording,” the man muttered, “it just came out of the wall and stared at him like a wolf ready to spring on a rabbit.”
“That’s not exactly how wolves hunt, but I understand what you mean. Let’s go back to the sound booth.”
“I’m not just going to leave Liam here alone!” the manager shouted.
“Then don’t, I only need the band. Follow me, gentlemen.”
He strode off, Kurt and Blaine following close behind and Ferry following after only a slight hesitation.
“Where do you think you’re going, Bryan?”
“I think it’s best we listen to them.”
“What? They’re lunatics.”
“Yeah, but they seem to have some idea of what’s going on.”
Ferry turned down the hall after them and the rest of the band went after him, leaving the manager alone to look after Liam.
“What do good do you think this is going to do?” demanded Phil Manzanera, the guitarist.
“According to the readings I got off the sonic screwdriver the creature lives off of sound. This is a great place for it to thrive. So what I want you to do is play one of your songs and see if we can’t get it to show itself so I can have a better idea of what we’re
dealing with.
“You want us to lure the creature here? Won’t that be dangerous?”
“Sometimes you need to put yourself in danger in order to protect people. Now, play a song.”
“What one?” Ferry asked.
“Any of them will do. Go on.”
“How about your newest one?” Blaine suggested hopefully.
“Virginia Plain” began to fill the room, Blaine’s eyes flicking between the band and the wall that the Doctor and Kurt were now staring intently at.
Presently, the wall began to glow with a soft white light. The Doctor pointed the sonic screwdriver at the wall. The middle of the wall looked like it was about to bulge outwards and the face of something looking like the face of a snake appeared.
“What the hell is that thing?!” the manager’s voice sounded in the room.
“Stay back!” the Doctor shouted as the light-snake hissed and locked its eyes on the manager.
The light-snake hissed again and suddenly shot out of the wall and streaked through the air towards the screaming manager.
“Stop playing all of you!”
The band immediately complied and the light-snake disintegrated into thin air just inches from the manager.
“What the bloody hell was that thing!”
“An Aura Serpent,” replied the Doctor. “A creature created by sound waves.”
“So you can get rid of it with that?” Kurt pointed at the sonic screwdriver.
The Doctor glanced at the device, “I’m afraid not. I would need some kind of amplifier, one that hasn’t been invented here yet. I think I might now how to dispel it from this plane though. I’ll the help of your voices, however, and Roxy Music if their willing?”
“What do you need us to do?” asked Ferry.
The Doctor grinned, “Let’s get into the recording booth and I’ll explain everything.”

Fifteen minutes later the recording door of booth was open and the group was gathered inside.
The Doctor had his sonic screwdriver pointed at the microphone and the band readied with their instruments. Blaine, Kurt and Ferry were prepared to with mics of their own, ready to sing at the Doctor’s cue.
“Whenever you’re ready,” said the Doctor.
With that, the band began to play “Virginia Plain” and the wall that the Aura Serpent had previously come from began to glow again.
The light-snake emerged from the wall again and as it pulled the last of its body through the wall and began floating towards the glass the Doctor shouted ‘Now!’ and the band switched their tune to that of “One” from A Chorus Line.
The Doctor switched on the sonic screwdriver, amplifying the sound waves before nodding at Kurt and Blaine, giving them the go-ahead to add their voices to Ferry’s.
The Aura Serpent hissed violently, writhing in the air and fading in and out of sight as it tried to fight against what was keeping it there.
As the song ended, the Aura Serpent’s light filled the room and it suddenly dissolved into nothing.
The band stopped playing and the Doctor lowered the sonic as he stepped out of the booth, the others following him hesitantly.
“What happened to it?” asked the manager.
“It was born from rock music,” explained the Doctor, “so hearing the classical music played and sung by the same people reversed the effect and banished it from this realm.”
“So we killed it?”
“Not exactly, but it won’t be bothering you anymore.”
“How do you know that?” demanded Ferry, “If our music made it once why wouldn’t it again?”
“That’s why Kurt and Blaine had to add their voices. They made a new code that only their voices added to your own will be able to unlock it again.”
“What if we’re singing along to a CD?” asked Blaine.
“What’s a CD?” asked the manager.
“Um, a slang term for record,” he lied.
“No, it needs to be live. Don’t worry.”

“So was it everything you wanted, Blaine?” asked the Doctor when they were settled back in the TARDIS.
“Even more,” he gushed, “I can’t believe I got to sing with him let alone help save the recording studio from an Aura Serpent!”
“Well,” said the Doctor, clapping his hands together and turning to Kurt. “It’s your turn to choose a destination. Do you have anyplace in mind?”
Kurt bit his lip, suddenly looking very nervous.
“Well, I was just…I mean would be at all possible to see my mother? She died when I was younger and well I figured since you have a time machine and all…”
Blaine placed a comforting hand on Kurt’s shoulder and the taller boy stood straighter from the support.
The Doctor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and cleared his throat.
“We would have to go to a place before you were born. That includes before your mother was pregnant with you. Crossing a personal time line is very dangerous. Do have a particular time in mind?”
“Um, anytime before the nineties should be safe.”
The Doctor nodded, “When did your parents get married?”
“1989,” Kurt answered a little breathlessly.
“Then that’s where we’ll go.”
“S-seriously?” asked Kurt excitedly.
The Doctor smiled, “Seriously.”