Kurt hurries past his dad clutching his bag tightly and hoping he won’t notice the large red stain on his shirt and the tears still filling his eyes.
“You okay bud?”
“Fine dad!” he says “Just... just need a shower.”
He hurries down the stairs to his bedroom slamming the door shut behind him and throwing his bag on the bed. He flicks on his record player as he passes it to the bathroom and lets the smooth voice calm him before the tears start to fall.
That’s how his life has been since he started high school. He’d been allowed to pick whatever possessions of his mothers to keep as his, he’d picked her record collection and the old record player that used to stand in his dads bedroom.
He’d discovered Blaine Anderson’s music by accident one Friday night Freshman year, he’d been absent mindedly flicking through the records when he’d caught sight of gelled hair and hazel eyes, he’d flicked back and pulled the record out with shaking fingers blinking at the grinning face, he’d pulled the record out of its sleeve and placed it in the old record player.
He hadn’t known what to expect but it certainly wasn’t what he got, the boy’s voice was... beautiful, there wasn’t another word he could pick to describe it. He’d hunted down every Blaine Anderson album his mother had owned and listened to them religiously for the rest of the weekend while googling him until he could recite his life story.
Well most of his life story, Blaine had disappeared shortly after his sixteenth birthday and no-one ever heard anything about him ever again. Kurt had felt his heart shatter slightly but had ignored it because well, being upset about some guy he’d never meet disappearing was stupid.
Blaine became Kurt’s safety blanket, every time Kurt felt like his world was crumbling he’d go home and curl up under his covers playing his music and letting the voice sooth him.
On this day in 2011 that was Kurt’s plan, he’d had the worst day imaginable, three slushies and too many locker shoved made him want to just curl up in his shower and cry. But he’d managed to pull himself back out of the warm water and stumbled out of his bathroom and walking straight into a large blue box parked in the middle of his room.
“What the-” he gasps staring wide eyed at the box wondering if he’d finally lost his mind.
“Oh hello!” a British voice chirps.
Kurt jumps and twirls around staring at the man in a bowtie smiling at him.
“Blaine Anderson, I love his music!”
Kurt blinks and pulls the towel tighter around him ready to reach out and grab something to his the man standing in front of him.
“Who are you?” he chokes out.
“I’m the Doctor!” the man says happily. “...and you’re not wearing clothes” he says before covering his eyes. “Quickly put something on I need to talk to you.”
The Doctor hurries back into the box and Kurt pulls on some clothes before walking back to the door of the box.
“W-who are you? And what are you doing here?”
The Doctor hops out and grins.
“The TARDIS brought me here. So I assume that something important must be happening.”
Kurt stares at him and the Doctor smiles before changing the subject.
“So Blaine Anderson? Are you a big fan?”
“...I-I guess.” Kurt says slowly.
“Would you like to meet him?”
“Yes, but he disappeared, no-one’s ever heard of him since...”
The Doctor smiles and pats the big blue box.
“Then we’ll just have to hope the TARDIS takes us to him won’t we?”
Kurt stares as the Doctor walks back into the box
“Come along Kurt!” The Doctor calls to him. “We don’t have all day! ... Well we do but that’s beside the point.”
Kurt stares at the man who turns around and smiles at him.
“You might want to hurry up, you never know when she’ll just decide to go.”
Kurt glances at the records piled on his desk and turns back to the Doctor.
“Okay.”