So, like I said in the summary, I found a 100 Prompt list thingie on LiveJournal and I decided to give it a try.

Title: Addiction
Rating: T for a lot of the word 'damn' and drug references.
Pairings: One-sided Kurt/Finn, Finn/Rachel
POV: Kurt
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Kurt is addicted to Finn. Finn keeps running away from him, only making his addiction stronger.

Finn is addicting. The perfect body, the handsome face, the deep brown eyes, the beautifully lopsided smile.

He's bad for me.

I love him more than I should. More than a mother would love her child. More than any normal human being would love someone else.

He's making my life miserable just by being.

He makes me weak at the knees, makes my heart beat abnormally fast, and makes my blood pressure go up. I may not be a doctor, but I know high blood pressure is not a good thing.

God, why does he have to be so damn addicting?

Every time he walks into a room, I feel an idiotic grin forming on my face and I gaze lovingly at him until he looks at me. Sometimes I catch myself and look away, but most of the time I don't even notice. All I notice is him in all his gorgeousness. Then it kills me even more when I snap out of it and everyone in the room is looking at me like I'm a moron and laughing.

Why does he have to do this to me?

Ever since he moved in with me, my love for him as grown from just a small crush to full out addiction. I need him every day to continue living. Even if he doesn't look at me, just being able to absorb his perfect body once or twice a day is enough to satisfy my cravings.

Or, it used to be once or twice a day.

He has helped me to build a tolerance to him. Now I need more of him to get the same effects as before, much to his distaste.

I know he hates me.

He must hate me even more now that I have to follow him everywhere, just like a creepy gay stalker, just to be able to meet the physical and emotional need I have for him.

I bet he doesn't even know he's doing this to me. He doesn't know what it's like to love someone so much that you NEED them around you. And I'm not exaggerating.

Every time I go home, he's always at football practice. My addiction to him makes it impossible for me to leave his side, even for a second. And when he can't be around, I hold a picture of him in front of my face, just to suffice until I can see him again.

I always take note of what he's wearing…baggy blue jeans, grey T-shirt, letterman jacket, sneakers. I never bore of seeing him in that outfit, it just makes him so…manly.

Sometimes he'll notice me staring. If he looks straight into my eyes, even for only a second, I need more. I need more of those chocolate brown eyes to look into my sparkly blue ones. Just for a minute more…

But then he turns away, and I feel deprived. Deprived of everything good in my life. Him. He's the only good thing in my life, and he's making this so damn hard!

If he would just cooperate, I wouldn't have this addiction!

But, he's not, and I do. Damn, how I hate to admit it.

When I don't have at least a picture of him around somewhere within reach, I hyperventilate.

I sweat.

I shake.

I feel like I'm going to die before I reach the toilet and throw up into it.

He's the one that's responsible for this. He's the one making me miserable. Why am I addicted to him?

He's just like any other drug. Heroin, cocaine, marijuana, whatever. You know you shouldn't be sniffing it into your head, and yet, it feels so damn good and you just need more of it before you're able to stop.

"You're like my own personal brand of heroin."

God, Edward couldn't be more right at this point.

My addiction has gotten so out of control that I would go to drinking Finn's bath water just to get a taste of him in my mouth. Just to get a taste of that musky, manly body mixed with Old Spice. My favorite flavor.

Finn is afraid. I know he is. He's gone to sleeping on the couch in the living room because he's afraid of what I might do to him in the dead of night. When all I'm doing is lying awake in bed, staring at his peacefully sleeping form and smiling to myself.

I feel so much better when he's around. Now he's purposely moving out and making my life just a whole lot worse. Doesn't he understand that I NEED him? Doesn't he understand that he's only making me want to get more addicted to him by leaving me alone?

I see Finn making out with Rachel in the hallway. I stop suddenly, as if I have all the drugs I need, but then someone else stole them away from me.

My drive and determination to win him took me over. Without thinking, I pushed Rachel out of the way and kissed him passionately on the mouth, satisfying my own hunger for the taste of his mouth. It tasted like…coffee and Cocoa Puffs.

It was just so good, it made me love him even more. Even after he pushed me away and ran down the hallway with Rachel in tow. I had no choice.

I had to follow him.

Follow that handsome boy down the halls and eventually out of the school doors, where he did not slow down. So, neither did I.

I needed to get to him.

I needed him to kiss me like that again.

Rachel had stopped a while back, leaving just a chase between me and him. Me and my drug. Me and my addiction.

He ran across the busy street just as a car whizzed by, almost killing him. I scream.

NO! They can't kill him! He's mine, I need him!

When he got safely to the other side, I sighed in relief. All I wanted was for him to be alive. And now he was.

But, what I didn't notice was that I was also walking in the footsteps of the love of my life. A heard a car horn and I instinctively moved out of the way of a speeding truck.

I snapped out of my trance. What am I doing here? I'm in the middle of a busy street and almost got hit by a car. And for what? For a boy.

What have I been doing with my life? Chasing after someone who would never chase me back. I've missed out on so much.

I want to get better.

If only there was a such thing as love rehab.

I walk to the opposite side of the street that Finn was on. It pained me to walk away, to not look him in the eyes. But, I knew I had to do it.

I had to get over him.

I'd never have him. He probably thinks I'm a disgusting stalker by now, why would he want me? We don't even sleep in the same room anymore.

I walked back into the building and up the stairs to Spanish class.

"Kurt, you're late" Mr. Schue said.

"Sorry, sir" I said, sinking down into my normal desk in the back of the room. Finn didn't have this class with me. My hands automatically went into my bag to retrieve Finn's football picture…

No! I told myself. I slapped by hand away, quite loudly I might add. Everyone was looking at me in a "what's-wrong-with-the-freak-this-time?" look. I sink lower into my chair.

I was embarrassed.

Embarrassed of my addiction.

I need to get better. As soon as possible.

After a hard struggle of painfully ignoring Finn and not talking to him for nearly four months, I finally am starting to see improvement.

I no longer need a picture of him in my bag to keep me company when he's not there. I no longer need to stare longingly at him in classes. Just a little look here and there will do. I also no longer have a craving for his after shave.

Life was great now that I was over my addiction. I was smiling more. I was slowly turning back to my old self. Even my friends noticed, especially Mercedes.

"Good to have you back, boy" she said, patting me on the shoulder and linking arms with me.

We passed Finn in the hallway, again making out with Rachel.

I'm happy to say I had absolutely no need to push her out of the way and kiss him passionately. I walked right passed them and didn't feel a thing.

Maybe my addiction has gone away for good now.

Or maybe I spoke too soon…

Finn had started moving back into our room, obviously feeling safer ever since I've gotten over my addiction to him.

He walked up to me, slowly and shyly. "Kurt?"

I looked up normally. No googly eyes, no weak knees, no fast heartbeat. Just normal.

"Um, well…I just wanted you to know…yes, it was beyond creepy when you were stalking me. But…I'm glad you're okay. I don't know how I lived knowing that I was causing you so much pain…" Finn struggled for words.

"So, are you basically apologizing?" I asked. Finn nodded.

"I accept your apology. It wasn't really your fault, even though I thought so at the time. But I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have stalked you. Let's just forget it ever happened and just…go back to being friends. No benefits, I promise." I smiled. He did the same.

"Alright" Finn said, while going to sit next to me on the bed. He put his arm around me and hugged me tightly. "I love you, buddy."

My feelings instantly came back in a mad rush. The need for his embrace to never end, the need for his cologne, the need for…him.

"I love you too" I said out loud. More than you will ever know, I said to myself.

I may never be free of this addiction…

This is actually kind of studying for my Health exam because we learned about the Drug Addiction Cycle, and I think I did most of it right...Anyhoo, please review! I've figured out I love writing stories in Kurt's POV, so expect more coming soon!