Glee
If there anything Kurt hated more than someone dissing Barbara Streisand, it was being woke up at 3 am to a pounding on the door.
"Police. Open up." What the hell?
"Yes?" Kurt mumbled. A raven haired woman who looked no older than 20 stood in a blue uniform.
"Officer Alexis Batiste, NYPD. Is ms. Berry home?" The officer spoke tentatively.
"One second please, Rachel, there's someone at the door for you! Get up!" Rachel groaned and slid out of bed.
"Can I help you?"
"Alexis Batiste, NYPD. Can I come in?" Rachel knit her eyebrows, before nodding.
"Can I get anybody some coffee?" Kurt asked.
"Double cream, 3 sugar please." Alexis said, before sitting.
"Ms. Berry, what was your connection to Finn Hudson?"
"He's a friend. We were engaged for the longest time, but we just...Drifted apart. Why?"
"Ms. Berry, We got a noise complaint from Mr. Hudson's room at the Burban hotel."
"Why are you talking to me though?"
"Because when we arrived, Mr. Hudson was dead." Rachel's heart dropped.
"No...Finn can't be dead... Is this some kind of sick joke?"
"Unfortunately, we have his death certificate here. I'm so sorry." Alexis said. Rachel burst into tears and returned with the coffee looking confused.
"Finn is dead..." Rachel bawled. Kurt swallowed hard.
"I think this my que to leave. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call the station." Alexis took her leave.
-Later-
Alexis hated being the bearer of bad news. A pit formed in her stomach. This was going to be a long night.