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He dreams about her again that night. He dreams about all of their happy times- their win at Regional's, the time he took her to the fair, when they went to see Wicked performed at the community theatre. But then his dream turns into a nightmare, because they're on a cliff, and she's slips, and now she's falling and there's nothing he can do about it-
And then he wakes up.
Without thinking his hand reaches for his phone and he automatically calls her. She picks up on the third ring.
"Hello?"
He's so surprised, so relieved to hear her voice that he almost drops the phone. "Rachel?"
"Finn? Why are you calling me? It's two in the morning. You should be sleeping, not talking to your ex."
He flinches at the word "ex", realizing that she's right. He really has no right to be bothering her. Even though he's the one that ended it, his heart starts to ache when she refers to herself as "his ex". She will always, always be "his Rachel" in his mind.
"I... I needed to make sure you were okay."
He can hear the confusion in her voice clearly as she speaks.
"Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?"
He's about to tell her about the dream, about the terror that he felt, before he realizes, with another pang, that he shouldn't. That she's his ex, and she shouldn't know that he was dreaming about her.
"No reason."
"If that's all, I'm going back to bed. Goodnight Finn."
"Goodnight Rachel."
He hears a click and whispers into the emptiness,
"I love you."