Okay! So this is my first chapter story. I found the Glee-vengers AU on Tumblr and had the idea to sit down with my copy of Iron Man and write in Blaine. So a lot of the dialogue is straight from the movie. And I only added in one scene that isn't actually in the movie, I wanted to stick to the movie as close as I could. But anyway! I don't own Iron Man or and Glee characters featured and/or mentioned. Please enjoy!

Good Morning

Christine Everhart was woken up suddenly in a stranger's bed. Tony Stark's bed. The night before was an event honoring Tony at Caeser's Palace. She had gotten a statement from Mr. Stark himself, and then he somehow convinced her to go home with him. She kind of hated herself for that. Now, she was being suddenly awakened by a calm, automated voice with a British accent. "Good morning. It's 7:00 AM. The weather in Malibu is 72 degrees with scattered clouds. The surf conditions are fair with waist-to-shoulder high lines. High tide will be at 10:52 AM."

As the voice spoke, the light turned on and the window tinted faded away, showing statistics of what the voice was telling her and a beautiful view of the Pacific Ocean. She quickly wrapped a bed sheet around her and walked over to the window, looking out in amazement.

She looked around the room for her clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. Fortunately, she found Tony's button up shirt that he had discarded the night before. She pulled it on and buttoned it up. She looked at herself in the mirror. 'It'll have to do for now,' she thought.

She made her way to the living room. There was a big glass window that showed yet another breathtaking view of the ocean. "Tony?" Christine called out. "Hey, Tony?" Looking around at the different things in the room, she found some sort of keypad on the wall. Curiously, she touched it. It beeped alarmingly and turned red. She jumped back. The same voice as before spoke to her. "You are not authorized to access this area."

"Jesus," she muttered. "You shouldn't touch that," someone said behind her. She turned to see a teenage boy sit down on the couch with a bowl of cereal. He wasn't looking at her, he was focused on a magazine in front of him. He had a mess of dark curls on his head. Blaine Anderson-Stark, Tony Stark's seventeen year old son. 'Definitely got his looks from his father,' she thought as a red-headed woman approached, holding a dry cleaning bag.

"That's Jarvis. He runs the house," she told Christine, talking about the automated voice. "I've got your clothes here. They've been dry cleaned and pressed, and there's a car waiting for you outside that will take you anywhere you'd like to go."

Christine walked over to the woman. "You must be the famous Pepper Potts," she said. Pepper nodded. "Indeed I am," Pepper told her. Blaine glanced up and smirked in amusement. Pepper handed Christine the dry cleaning bag. "After all these years, Tony still has you picking up the dry cleaning."

"I do anything and everything Mr. Stark requires, including, occasionally, taking out the trash." A soft chuckle came from behind Pepper. She glanced over to see Blaine, looking back down at the magazine and a smirk on his lips. She looked back at Christine. "I even raised little Blaine over there," she said jokingly. Without looking up, Blaine responded dryly, "Oh, ha ha, a short joke, very funny."

Pepper smirked lightly. "Will that be all?" she asked Christine politely. Christine looked at Pepper and nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

After Christine left, Pepper joined Blaine on the couch just as he was finishing the bowl of cereal. "Well, at least he has good taste," Blaine said. Pepper smiled at that. "Oh, and before I forget..." He plopped something in her lap. A book with a bow on it. "Happy birthday, Pepper."

"Thanks, sweetie. At least someone remembered." She placed her hand on his shoulder. "I raised you right," she said. He laughed.

"Well, I gotta get your father on a plane," she said, getting up off the couch. "Good luck," he called to her retreating figure.