The wedding was just shy of a month, and Kurt wanted to make sure he had gotten everything set. The caterers were called and the food order was placed. Half was full of chicken and beef for Finn's side, while the other was everything under the sun considered vegan. The cake was hard, of course, but the two settled on a vegan cake, but with extra sugary frosting. It was a win-win, of course.

The only thing that caused a big rip was where the wedding would take place. NYC or back home in Ohio. Finn wanted Ohio, because it was where they met and how they started out. Rachel wanted NYC, because it was where they went to make their dreams come true and it was where they were going to spend the rest of their lives. It caused quite an uproar between the two, until Kurt finally stepped in.

He explained that choosing between the beginning and the end was beyond silly, and that they should choose a place where they wanted to be right now. Both, being as mushy and lovey as any romantic movie couple, decided it didn't matter where they got married, just as long as they did. Kurt figured NYC was easier, and would be a lot more romantic, so it was settled. Rachel, not wanting Finn to feel left out, decided to cut their honeymoon in Hawaii short by a couple days, so they could spend it in their home town. Finn was ecstatic and Kurt knew his brother was in love.

He could only hope when the time came for him and Blaine to tie the night, they'd be a sugary-sweet and annoying.

Hearing his ring tone go off (Defying Gravity), placed his work down and headed to the bedroom where it sat on his dresser.

"Kurt Hummel," he answered nonchalantly.

"Hello, Kurt? It's Detective Vega."

Kurt's heart dropped. The police were calling more and more these days, much to Kurt's detest. "Ah, yes. Hello Detective." He said politely.

"I have some good news for you Kurt."

"Oh?"

"We found some new evidence that may lead us to one of the men that attacked you."

"Oh?" He repeated.

"Yes. I was wondering if you'd be able to come down to the station so we could have a talk."

"Come to the station?" He mimicked. He heart began to race faster and faster.

"Or I could come to you." She offered. "When time is good."

Kurt thought about it. It had been months since the attack and every time he was near a police officer or even heard the word "attack" he slowly, but surely, began to relive the moment in his head. No more! Kurt decided.

"Actually, Detective, no time is good for me." He stated. "I don't care whether you find the men or not. All I want is for this nightmare to be over with, so if you wouldn't mind calling your men off and ending the whole thing, that would be wonderful. Good day, detective."

Before Detective Vega could say another word, Kurt pressed the END button, dropping the call. Tossing his phone onto the bed, he went back into the kitchen and back to work.