"Cant I just live with my brother?"

It was the dozenth time Blaine had asked the same question since hed been called in that morning. The social worker only shook his head. "Your brothers life is too wild to raise a teenage boy in. He travels constantly, Blaine. Youd be on your own or yanked out of school almost every day."

"But I know him," Blaine persisted. "Hes a lot older than me, but at least I know him. This man was nothing more than a sperm donor."

"Nevertheless, hes your biological father."

"His life is even more dangerous and bizarre than Coopers!" Blaine argued. "Hes a maniac in a flying metal suit."

"Youll live with him until youre of legal age, Blaine. Theres nothing more to be said."

The social worker ignored him after that. Blaine leaned back in his chair and pulled his sweater more snuggly around himself. This office was always freezing. For the past week, hed been brought in from his temporary home to discuss what would happen to him now. Hed expected to move to California with his brother, but instead theyd dug up his birth certificate and found the man listed as his biological father.

Unfortunately that man was the absolute last person Blaine wanted to be involved with.

Tony Stark, official weapon and hero of the United States. Ironman. Neither of them had believed it until theyd run a blood test to confirm. Now Blaine was expected to pack up and go live with him. Moving to a strange house, with a strange, possibly psychotic, man hed never met. Today was the day, and his supposed father was already an hour late.

"Can I just go? Ive got a test in my last class I can still make–"

The door of the office burst open. Blaine whipped around and then groaned at who was here. Most kids would probably be excited and thrilled to see their biological father for the first time; all of them would he ecstatic to see Ironman. For Blaine, it was easily the worst moment of his life.

"All right, lets do this. Ah, heres the guy." Tony Stark pulled off his sunglasses and stared down at Blaine. "Huh, I guess you do look like me. Funny thing genetics. I was hoping I could get rid of you if you looked like your mother."

The social worker stood up, looking more like an overeager fanboy than a man holding Blaines future in his hands. "Its so wonderful to meet you, Mr. Stark."

"I dont like to be handed things."

A tall redhead hurried in. Blaine recognized her, too. Pepper Potts. Tony Starks keeper.

"Ill take all of the paperwork," Pepper said quickly. "He has a thing about being handed things." She took the stack of papers, then spotted Blaine. "Oh, hi. Gosh, you look so much like Tony. Im Pepper."

"Blaine," he offered reluctantly. "Listen, Ive got class–"

"Class?" Tony snorted and tugged Blaine to his feet. "Seriously? Brian–"

"Blaine," he snarled. "My names Blaine."

"Right, kid, Ive got a whole plane of beautiful dancers waiting to meet the next handsome Stark." He threw his arm around Blaines shoulders even though Blaine tried to pull himself free. "What teenage boy doesnt love half-naked woman?"

"Im not even remotely interested," Blaine snapped.

But Tony only patted him on the head then pulled back and stared at his head. Blaine tried to free himself from Tonys side, but the other man tugged him closer and tapped him on the hair with his knuckles. "Well work on this gel addiction on the plane, too. Or is this some kind of condition? Im sure I can fix it."

Pepper finished talking to the social worker, grabbed Blaines single bag and hurried after them.

Blaine tried not to show how impressed he was by the private jet he was led onto. It was beautiful, well furnished, and stocked with everything hed never thought about wanting on a plane. By the time they were in the air, Tony already had a drink in his belly and another in his hand.

"You want anything? Margarita? Bourbon? Everythings fully stocked."

"Tony, your son is sixteen," Pepper snapped from her seat across the room. "Hes not allowed to drink yet."

"Ah, come on," Tony said as he made another drink. "Like thats stopped any teenager in this country. What do you want?"

Blaine stared at his knees. "I want to go home."

"Thatll be a few hours. Ill make you a–"

"No, I mean my home. Living with you wont be home."

Pepper shuffled her papers in the corner and stood up. "Ill leave you two to get to know each other. Tony, no illegal drinking. Blaine, its lovely to meet you."

She left and Tony finished up his third drink. Blaine stared out the window at the clouds and tried to will himself back to the soil in Ohio. This was the end of everything hed known. He was stuck with this self-destructive moron for the next seventeen months.

"Here." A glass was forced into his hand. "Drink. Itll help."

Blaine stared at it. The liquid was dark, but had an amber tone around the ice cubes. He wasnt sure what it was, but somehow he didnt think it was Pepsi. Instead of taking a sip he sat it on the table and ignored Tony as he took the seat beside him.

"No? All right, but the dancers are a lot more fun when theres rum. Ladies? Ive got a new Stark for your viewing pleasure!"

"What? No, Im not–"

Blaine made to leave, but Tony forced him back onto the couch as two women in bikinis appeared.

"Aw, come on, Brian!"

"My name is Blaine!"

"Right, Blaine, come on. Theyre actually lovely women," Tony insisted as he hurried off the plane after him. "Did you really not enjoy that? Has all of that gel seeped into your pores? Youve really gotta cut back on that."

Blaine flung himself into the waiting car and slammed the door. He could hear Pepper berating Tony outside and after five minutes she joined him in the backseat and Tony sat up front. The drive to Tonys house was fast and short. Pepper ushered him out and kept her hand on the back of his neck, gently stroking. It was soothing in a strange way as he stepped into the enormous house that was supposed to be his home. At least he was only a short drive away from Cooper now. That was one benefit of this nightmare.

"Your rooms down that hall," Pepper said gently. "The first door heads down to the garage, but the second is yours. You have your own bathroom, too."

Blaine nodded and hurried off before Tony could stumble his way inside. The hallway was well-lit and long. Blaine slowed down once he was out of sight of the main entrance and looked around. The first door, the one to the garage, was half-open. He glanced down the stairs, heard the sound of some type of machinery, then music, faint by enough to hear a beautiful voice singing along.

"All you need is love."

Blaine listened until the song finished, surprised that Tony let a woman work in his private garage. He hesitated at the door, but the voice kept singing after the music and machinery stopped. It was too wonderful to ignore. A strong sense of melody, a wide range that suddenly dropped into a tenor deeper than his own. Blaine set his bag down by the door and headed down into the garage. At a workbench in the closest corner was a young man, roughly his age. He was thin, but strong, with brown hair that was falling out of what must have been a time-consuming style.

There was junk and parts everywhere. Across the room was a long line of beautifully restored cars. Beside the man, was another one, the hood open and the body rusted. As Blaine moved towards him, the man started singing again. The music had fallen silent, the tape running out, Blaine thought, but the man carried the song easily.

"I was alone, I took a ride

I didnt know what I would find there

Another road where maybe I

could see another kind of mind there"

Blaine watched the man sway a little as he tinkered with something under the hood, before he picked up the song himself.

"Oh, then I suddenly see you

Oh, did I tell you I need you?

Every single day of my life."

The man jumped and flung his wrench into the air. It landed on the work bench and scattered parts everywhere. He stared over at Blaine in surprise, and Blaine blushed as he finally caught sight of the mans face. He was beautiful, but definitely his age. Seventeen at most.

"You scared me," he said, patting his chest and smiling in surprise. "You must be Tonys son?"

Blaine flinched. "My names Blaine Anderson."

"Kurt. You, um, you have a lovely voice," Kurt said. His smile flickered to something sharper. "How are you liking California so far?"

"I preferred Ohio," Blaine said quietly. "Everything heres very… showy."

"Oh," Kurts smile faltered at his words. "I grew up in Ohio. Me and my dad moved here when I was eleven. Your– Tony requested my dad to help with all of his cars. I think they went to school together or something."

Blaine nodded and picked up a random piece of metal on the work bench. This man, this boy, seemed a lot nicer than his dad and hed already hurt his feelings. "Thats cool. Sorry, I just– this is all kind of sudden."

"Yeah," Kurt agreed. He found his wrench and nodded his head towards the open hood. "You know anything about cars?"

"Only how to drive one," Blaine said. Kurt winked at him and waved him over to the hood. Blaine tried not to blush or stare, but the closer he got the harder it was. Kurt grew more beautiful with every inch that disappeared between them. Covered in sweat, grease, and grime, Kurt was something entirely all his own.

"Here," Kurt gently took his hand and put the wrench in it. Im trying to get this old carburetor out. Well, Ive got to get everything out so we can restore it, but this ones stuck fast. Its rusted over really badly."

Blaines face was like molten lava as Kurt stood behind him, his chest to Blaines back and guided his hand towards the spot. "Jerk it towards us. Maybe youre strong enough."

Blaine looked over his shoulder as Kurt tried to show him the correct motion. Kurts face was right beside his, sweaty, bright, and furrowed in concentration until he caught Blaines gaze.

"Brian– uh, Blaine? Kid, your rooms the second door– oh."

They jumped apart, the wrench tumbled down through the car. Kurt moved to the work bench to wipe his hands off as Blaine tried to find somewhere to hide his red face.

"Well," Tony said as he strolled towards them. "Hey, Jarvis?"

"Sir?"

Blaine jumped at the bodiless voice that suddenly echoed around the room.

"New plan. Hire a pair of male dancers for the jet," Tony commanded. "Looks like my boys got an eye for his own kind."