Ex--Kurt

Lea: Well then what should I say? I mean, it's up to you, you can hide and not be judged at all, or you can be public and not give a fuck what anyone says.

Lea: Speaking from experience, it's worth it. Sure, you don't get to hold hands or kiss out in public, but you still get to be with someone you love. I know that I'd be with Darren no matter what the circumstances, and if we have to hide it, then I'd do it just so I could be with him SOMEHOW

Lea: Well as long as you don't make it look like you're a couple, then they probably won't suspect a thing

Lea: Well if you really wanna be with him, it doesn't matter, right? If you really care you'll be with him no matter what

Lea: Well you're over 21 so you can date anyone at any age. It's perfectly fine

Lea: What? Is he older? Younger?

Lea: I don't think you will. Darren and I haven't gotten any looks so far, so it looks like we're all good for now

Lea: Oooh! I'm guessing it's with your new beau?

Lea: aww! How cute! What does it look like?

Chris: I'll send you a pic when I get home!

Lea: fresh out of Comic Con!!! Soooo awesome!

Lea: Just anything you can tell me in the next few minutes, Darren's getting naggy and wants me to sleep for tomorrow

Lea: I can't wait! You have to tell me all about him. His name, is he taller or shorter than you, does he like cats, does he watch our show. Give me details!

Lea: Oh my goodness! That's so great! I'm gonna have to meet him soon, that is so exciting!! Now we both have boyfriends and we can double date and stuff!

Lea: He really is. He thinks "Real Life Finchel" will get people turned on to the show.

Lea: Who is he?!?!? Tell me all about him!

Chris: If someone's not watching by now I don't think this is gonna help e_e

Chris: Well, once upon a time I finally decided to get myself to a gay bar again and mingle a little, you know, incognito. Well, there standing at the other end of the bar is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, so, naturally, I stand there like a blushing idiot at my own end instead of having the balls to approach him. But for

Chris: tunately, he decides to come to me. I can smell the beer on his breath, which is fine cuz I had about two shots of tequila in me anyway, and we start talking and he has no idea who I am. Now, somehow he convinced me to head back to his apartment down the street with him. Long story short, a drunken little one