Apparently can get top surgery without subjecting myself to two years of emotional torture by idiotic psychologists! It takes a buttload of money I don't have, so if you're willing to send anything, even a buck, I'll love you forever and a day.
GW crossover. And not a single fuck was given that day.
Jesus, Kurt. You’re on a job (probably to save the world or some shit), stop flirting with random handsome Preventers. Or just fuck him in the cabin already.