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A/N: Alright guys, this drabble here takes place pre Iron Man and is the aftermath of Blaine's beating at the Sadie Hawkin's dance at his old high school. Enjoy and please give me some feedback!
"Mr. Stark, you wanted to be informed if your son left his bed."
Tony looked up from the car he was working on, frowning. "Where is he?" the man asked, removing his gloves and safety glasses before standing and striding over to the door to his workroom.
"He is currently in the gym making a punching bag very sorry for being manufactured. He is distressed and his heart rate is escalating rather quickly. I have tried to caution him to stop but he is not responding."
"Thank you JARVIS," Tony said, increasing his speed up the stairs, practically jogging to the gym on the main floor of the Malibu mansion. "Send any and all messages straight to voicemail, inform Happy we might be in need of a quick trip to the hospital depending on how much damage is done, and ask Pepper to come as well. A woman's touch might be needed."
"Right away sir."
As Tony headed down the hall, he could hear shouts and screams mixed with pained moans and the pounding of fists against a hard body. Pushing open the doors to the gym he saw his son standing, if it could be called that, in front of the punching bag next to the boxing ring. His blows were flying everywhere, some of them barely grazing the bag, and others hitting it head on. Blaine was covered in sweat and panting heavily. Tony walked over slowly, trying not to frighten his son, but at the sound of footsteps the boy whirled around, glaring when he saw who it was.
"You're not going to stop me," Blaine said defiantly, turning back to the bag and hitting it over and over.
"Who said I was going to try?"
"JARVIS."
"Traitor," Tony muttered as he walked over and watched his son. Blaine stumbled forward after one blow went too far right and had to grab onto the bag for support. "What's up Blaine?"
"Couldn't sleep," the boy muttered before going back to his punishing of the bag.
"Nightmares?"
Blaine's eyes flashed to his father's. "That and the fact it's three in the afternoon. I'm sick of being stuck in bed all day."
"You're recovering from major injuries, you need time to-"
"You don't!" Blaine shouted. "Whenever you get knocked down you just get right back up and keep swinging, that's what it is to be a Stark, isn't it Dad? You don't need to and I don't need to either!"
"You're not me," Tony pointed out, just glad that his son was talking rather than beating the crap out of something.
"No, you're damn right I'm not. If I were you this wouldn't have happened. Hell, if they knew who my father was this wouldn't have happened. Everyone would be scared shitless to do anything." His tone was venomous as he glared down his father.
"You know that's for your protection."
"AND IT DID SUCH A GOOD JOB DIDN'T IT?!" Blaine screamed. "It did such a good job when I got three broken ribs and a fractured femur and a severe concussion just because a few guys thought it would be fun to beat the shit out of the two resident gays. If they knew they were beating up the son of Tony Stark they never would have done it!"
"Blaine, listen to me," Tony tried to start, but Blaine went to throw a punch at him.
"SHUT UP!"
When he made the move he lost his footing and stumbled forward, but Tony caught him, lowering the both of them to the floor. Blaine immediately started to lash out, trying to punch his father, but Tony held him tight and whispered to his son, trying to calm him down. "It's okay kiddo, I know it hurts, I know," he said over and over as Blaine slowly stopped fighting and just started sobbing.
Tony heard the door open and the hard clack of heels against the floor and looked up to see Pepper walking over quickly, Happy following closely behind. "Do we need to get him to the hospital?" Pepper asked quietly as she knelt down next to them, resting a hand on Blaine's back.
"I'm not sure yet," Tony responded quietly. "Blaine, is anything hurting any worse than it had been?"
"No," Blaine gasped, shaking his head. "Just a headache…"
"That we can take care of. Happy, would you mind grabbing some water and Blaine's pain meds? He's due anyway." The driver nodded and headed out of the gym while Tony adjusted his son in his arms and lifted him up. "Let's get you onto the couch, okay kiddo?"
"I'm sorry Dad, I'm sorry," Blaine murmured, shaking his head, tears still falling from his eyes.
"I know you are Blaine, I know. It's okay, everything's going to be okay, I promise," Tony whispered, kissing the top of his son's head. Pepper stayed close behind Tony as they walked, her eyes concerned as she watched the father and son, but knew that Tony had it covered at the moment.
Once in the main area Tony laid his son down on the couch and crouched down on the floor in front of him while Pepper grabbed a blanket to drape over the boy. Happy appeared at that moment with water and pills in hand. "Hey kiddo, open your eyes for me," Tony murmured, and Blaine did as asked. His father then helped him sit up and Blaine managed to take the pills and drink enough water to get them down. "There you go," he said before sitting down next to him, placing a pillow in his lap, and helping his son lay back down. "Now, how about pizza for dinner? Or would you rather have Chinese?"
His son grinned a little as Tony ran his fingers through the mop of black curls. "Pizza sounds awesome," he said, leaning into his father's careful ministrations. Tony nodded up at Pepper who whipped out her cellphone and headed for the kitchen.
"Hey Blaine, how about once you're feeling better and once he's feeling up to it we fly Jason out here and you guys can spend a week just chilling out on the beach," the man said, watching his son, eyes closed and smile spreading across his lips.
"That would be great...you mean it?"
"Of course I do. But Blaine, we're going to have you move schools okay? It's not punishment, but you don't need to stay there and be reminded of what happened. I'll even offer to move Jason too when I talk to his parents about your impromptu vacation."
"Any place in particular?" Blaine asked and Tony could tell the boy would be falling asleep soon.
"There's a school in Ohio that might be better suited for you. It has a great reputation for getting students into whatever college they want and they have an amazing Glee club. I'm not getting rid of you bud," Tony said before Blaine could interrupt. "Believe me, I'll be dropping in quite often, and the decision is ultimately up to you, but I want you to think about it and talk to me, okay?"
"Okay Dad," the boy replied after a couple of minutes before yawning widely. "Mmm...sorry…" he mumbled.
"No problem, you just go to sleep and we'll wake you up when the pizza gets here, okay?" But Blaine had already started snoring softly.
After a few minutes Tony looked up at Happy. "Once he's up and moving around better, we're training him, got it?"
"Got it sir."
