A/N- Sooooo, this chapter is SONG THEMED, sponsored by Pandora internet radio! Each one was written in the time of the song, which is why they're so short.

Your Love Is My Drug (Key-Dollar Sign-Ha) (Also Blaine's POV)

Being with Kurt was better than any drug ever created. People told me I should stop being so addicted to him, but I just couldn't stop. I thought about him all the time and the tingles never went away. I didn't want them to.

When he went back to McKinley, it was like I had to quit cold turkey. I needed rehab for my love addiction. But I just couldn't stop.

I Like It Rough (Lady GaGa) and Toxic (Britney Spears/Glee Cast)

Blaine's lips were sublimely delicious and rough under Kurt's, and he found himself liking it. Craving the bruises, the hickeys that he would have to cover with Alexander McQueen scarves the next day. Kurt liked it rough. It was weird for him to admit it to himself, let alone Blaine aloud. But the moan that escaped his lips when Blaine bit down on his neck couldn't be contained.

Was he poisonous? If he was, neither boy could bring themselves to care as they attacked each other with ferocity. Heated toxins raced through their veins, quicksilver quick, and Kurt moaned out Blaine's name. Tasting his lips was the only option right now, Kurt thought feverishly as their lips crashed on each other's again. Nothing else mattered, not even air.

My Favorite Things (The Sound Of Music)

This day had been shit. The only thing to do was listen to his iPod's 'Cheer Me Up' playlist, since Blaine was out of town for the weekend. The Sound Of Music came on first, and Kurt immediately felt better. My Favorite Thing is Blaine... He mused. I don't feel so anymore bad though.

White & Nerdy (Weird Al Yankovic)

Blaine wanted to be gangster. Was that so hard? He sang about being gangster and thug, made weird faces, threw paper around, jumped on furniture, and serenaded people with show tunes. Wasn't that gangster? Just because he played ping-pong in his free time and collected X-men comics...

"Kurt?" He'd called to his boyfriend.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Am I gangster?"

Kurt had burst into laughter. "Blaine, I love you, but you are the farthest thing from gangster that I have ever seen."

Blaine had pouted, feeling hurt. Kurt saw and kissed him softly. "Do you want to ask Artie for lessons?"

"No... I just wanna be a thug." He'd sniffled.

Savin' Me (Nickelback)

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Kurt had no second regrets. If Blaine was gone, there was no need. He wanted him dead, he'd get it. It wasn't necessary to watch him stick around with Rachel anymore. Watch them get married and have a bunch of ridiculously vocally talented heterosexual babies.

"Kurt, wait." I turned suddenly and saw him standing there, the love of my life. Blaine freaking Anderson.

"Wait for what? Wait for you to realize that were gay and loved me all along? Wait for you to change you mind again? I'm not going to make you love me, Blaine. I can't change you and I can't change your mind. But I can change what I do about it."

"What do you want me to do?" He pleaded brokenly.

"Say you love me and mean it. Say you need me. Do it if it's worth saving me."

"I'll say it but I can't mean it, you know that, Kurt." Blaine looked desperate, reaching out to me.

"Touch me and I'll jump, I swear to god." His hand froze in his tracks and I laughed. "It's not like I wasn't going to jump anyways. Have a nice life, Blaine. I still love you, even after all of this." Turning back towards Lake Erie beneath me, I stuck out a foot before I felt Blaine grabbing my waist, tugging me backwards on top of him. His words were whispered, but I could tell he meant them "I love you."

Just Dance (Lady GaGa)

"I think you've had enough to drink, Kurt." Blaine grabbed my drink, setting it back down on the bar. I giggled tipsily, reaching for it. "Hey, I only turn 21 once."

"And you have the rest of your life to destroy that pretty little liver of yours."

"C'mon, let's dance." I grabbed his hands and tugged my boyfriend out to the dance floor. We couldn't do much more than twirl in wicked circles to the beat of the new Lady GaGa song, but it was my birthday. All I wanted to do was just dance. My feet moved at a dizzying pace and Blaine tried to keep pace with me. Once the song was over, he pecked me on the cheek. "Happy birthday."

Make You Feel My Love (Adele)

Blaine loved me.

God, that was difficult to comprehend. I loved Blaine, I knew I did. But he'd just said it to me while I was drinking coffee! Did he want me to choke and die? You can't just spring surprises like that on someone while they're attempting to digest a scalding hot liquid!

He knew I loved him, right? He'd left me breathless... it almost sounded like I had forced it out. Oh god, did he think I just said it because he did?

I had to make him feel my love.