A/N This is the first part of a finished, two-part story. It is a cross-over of Iron Man and Glee and portrays Blaine Anderson as Tony Stark's son. I did not create this AU, merely used the idea to make my own story, and I don't own Marvel, nor Glee.

Furthermore this story is quite AU. And by quite AU I mean the fact that the villian I used for this story is Whiplash while Blaine lives in Stark Tower in New York. You see my issue? So please, bear with me here. It's for the sake of the story.

Enjoy!

Tony side-eyed his son, spinning a projected ball on the top of his finger. Blaine's gaze was almost penetrating though and while Tony considered himself a strong man who does not let himself be distracted by his own emotions, he could only look into Blaine's full-on puppy look for so long before he snaps.

'Absolutely not.' Blaine's face fell.

'But dad,' he tried, using his most whiney voice (which reminded Tony so strongly of the little boy who used to sneak into his lab. 'Don't you want to help me impress the boy that I love?'

'I already did,' Tony commented, rolling his chair away from his annoyed kid, back to his desk. 'I'm your father. Where do you think you've got all these good 'dark and handsome' looks from? Your mother's blond hair and blue eyes?'

'You're just not okay with me liking a boy,' Blaine muttered, crossing his arms and pouting, looking away from his father and blinking fast.

'Woah, okay, no,' Tony interjected, standing up. 'I really thought having a son with a IQ of 170 would allow me to skip the whole angsty teenager phase. You know I'm fine with the whole gay thing and you know I like Kurt. You don't get to call me homophobic just because you can't get what you want. I won't let you borrow my suit. I would like to keep you alive for a little while longer, if you don't mind. Besides the reason I like Kurt is because he likes you for you. You don't need to impress him. He's already hooked!'

'You don't have to keep me safe,' dad! I know how to fly the suit! I can take care of myself.'

'It's not just-' Tony stopped and pressed his digits to his temples. He could feel himself getting angry. 'Just no, okay? I am your father. I owe you not a single explanation.'

'But-'

'This is not arguable, Blaine! If you don't like my rules, you can get out!'

'Oh, so you're kicking me out now?!'

'Don't go playing the victim. You know perfectly well that's not what I meant.'

'You're so frustrating! I hate you!'

'Fine! Go live with your boyfriend then if I'm not good enough!' Tony was cut off by the sound of the glass door in his office shattering from the blow of Blaine slamming it closed. He stared at his son's retreating back, feeling powerless and frustrated.

xXx

Blaine was fuming. He lay face down on his bed, silently cursing at his father. Of course he knew that in reality he didn't even come close to hating his father but just let him be pissed, okay? He doesn't always feel like being the responsible child. Besides he never asked for much yet Tony refuses to let him do this one thing. He did know how to fly the suit. In fact, Tony taught him (behind Pepper's back). He just wanted to surprise Kurt. He wanted to show him what he could do.

Kurt seemed so unfazed by everything Blaine did for him. When Blaine offered him a way into the fashion world, straight to the top, without even having to show his portfolio (he has connections), Kurt refused to speak to him for a week. When he offered to make it up by taking him to Paris for a week he only sighed and patted his shoulder.

But Tony Stark… Kurt loved Tony Stark. He loved Iron Man. According to his friends he could talk about him for hours and even used to have a few posters up in his room. He was absolutely star struck when he first met Blaine's father and had almost fainted of excitement when Blaine showed him the suit.

That goddamn suit… It wasn't like Kurt didn't pay attention to him or seemed more interested in his father's suit but… Dinner with Tony Stark and Kurt Hummel, two people who love to talk about Tony Stark? Guess what happens… What if he could have Kurt look at him with that fascination?

'Jarvis,' he called out.

'Yes, sir?' Blaine grabbed the nearest piece of paper he could find and grabbed a pen from his desk.

'Tell me all about the security surrounding dad's suits and how to disable it.' A slight hesitation but then…

'Certainly, sir.'

xXx

Blaine had planned his every move more than thoroughly. He knew exactly when his father were to leave Stark Tower with Pepper for some meeting and he knew how to deactivate the security. It was a good thing he had Jarvis on his side, though he could tell he wasn't sure whether or not to obey Blaine.

Filled with confidence did Blaine step through the door (literally, since the glass still lay shattered on the floor) and whipped out his phone, sending off a quick text to his boyfriend.

To Kurt 3:

Meet me in Central Park in 15 minutes. I have a surprise. Xx B.

It's time to show Kurt just how cool the suit is.

xXx

Pepper sighed, rummaging through the piles of paper on her desk.

'Keys, keys, keys, keys,' she muttered to herself, stress audible in her voice.

'Miss Potts-'

'Jarvis,' she exclaimed. 'Can you locate my keys, please? I really must leave.'

'Miss Potts, I must inform you-'

'Can it wait? I really have to go.' Pepper let out a little yell of frustration and slammed her fist down on the desk. The sound was followed by a soft thump from the floor. She bended, glancing under the table and cheering when she found her keys there.

'Miss Potts, I'm afraid it really can't-' Jarvis was cut off by a roaring sound and Pepper's scream. In a flash of red and yellow shot the all too familiar suit past the window, clearly off balance and out of control.

'Wait,' Jarvis finished weakly. 'Blaine took the suit.' Pepper cursed.

'TONY!'

xXx

Blaine's breath caught as he shot upwards, his arms flailing around in a desperate attempt to regain his balance. Focus, Blaine, focus, he thought furiously. How does this thing work… With great difficulty he managed to stop the suit from flying further upwards and he let out a sigh of relieve before realizing the ground was rapidly growing closer, and closer, closer, closer…

'Shit, shit, shit, shit!' Through his panic induced haze he frantically started looking around the suit for a solution. He turned the flying system back on but managed to turn the suit diagonally mid-air before shooting off, forward this time. He shot with great speed over New York, zigzagging through the skyline. He couldn't keep a euphoric yelp from escaping before composing himself and ordering:

'Call Kurt.'

xXx

'Sir, the line is engaged.' Tony cursed as he walked through Stark Tower with great strides.

'Keep trying,' he snapped.

'Of course, sir.'

'Goddammit, Blaine…'

xXx

'Hello?'

'Hey, there, Kurt.' Kurt smiled at the sound of his boyfriend's voice. 'Are you ready for your surprise?'

'Quite so,' he responded, looking around. He stood in the middle of Central Park, exactly where he promised Blaine he'd be. He hoped it wasn't another great, extravagant, multi-billionaire gesture. Don't get Kurt wrong: he loves Blaine a lot, money or no money, but wasn't the whole point of being big in the fashion world, the hard road of getting there? Making a name for yourself out of talent and not your boyfriend's father's money. He knew Blaine meant well. He just wished he'd accept that Kurt loved him enough for him: he didn't need all those gestures.

'Look up.' Kurt did, frowning a little in confusion. He saw nothing but a bright blue sky and a few clouds.

'I can't see-' He was cut off by an enormous bang, the ground vibrating as something hit it with great speed. Kurt fell over, dropping his phone in the process. His ears rang and his hands trembled as he looked around for the source of the collision. He couldn't help but gasp loudly when he found it. A few feet from where he kneeled on the ground was a small crater. In the middle of it lay the smoking remains of Iron Man. The carefully painted suit had scratches all over and the eyes weren't lit, indicating it had either lost power or its driver was no longer in a state to drive it.

'Mr. Stark,' Kurt breathed, grasping around, looking for his phone. 'Mr. Stark!' He finally managed to find it and pick it back up, pressing it to his ear, swallowing his panicked sobs. Around him, people were all over. Everybody had scrambled away from the wreckage and were fleeing the park, knowing better than to cross an Iron Man fight.

'Blaine,' Kurt cried into the phone. 'Blaine, I-' It took him a moment to realize that the beeping was not his ear being fucked up but the dial tone. And then it clicked. The surprise. The park. The suit.

'Blaine,' he screeched, stumbling towards the suit. 'Oh my god, Blaine!' He was too wrapped up to notice the slight buzzing sound of electricity behind him.

'Step aside.'

A/N Please, let me know what you think? The final part will be uploaded either tomorrow or the day after.