Hello guys! Part 5! I know a lot of you weren't very happy with the possible Fuinn romance, so we'll see where that goes...

Disclaimer: I do not own glee or any of it's characters

-Later that day-

After I went out with Puck and had a few drinks, I drove up to mine and Rachel's cliff hoping to see her there. When I saw her pale faded figure, I smiled and got out of my car.

"Hey, Rache."

"Hey Finn. I'm glad you kept your promise." She told me smiling.

"Anything for you," I told her grinning.

She scoffed playfully. "You're so cheesy."

We talked for a little bit, about my day, and about what she did nowadays. But somehow, my mind kept drifting off to Quinn, and what Puck had said. I decided that it was just a brotherly instinct taking over. Back in high school Quinn was like my sister, and since she was so…umm…unattractive…back then, I wasn't used to people talking about her like that. Rachel noticed that there was something else on my mind.

"Are you okay, Finn?" she asked me. "You seem a little out of it."

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just…I saw Quinn Fabray today." I told her.

"Oh, yeah." She said, sounding unsurprised. Then she smiled longingly. "The third musketeer."

"Mm-hmm."

"How's she doing?" she asked me.

"Great. Yeah, great. She's changed so much" I told her.

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked me, confused but curious.

"Her looks." I showed her a picture of her that I took on my phone.

"Wow! She's beautiful." Rachel said in awe. Then to my horror she asked me, "Don't you think?"

"Y-yeah, I guess so." I told her nervously, then I added, "But your prettier."

If she wasn't a ghost I knew that she would have blushed.

"Shut up," She told me.

"Hey, I only speak the truth." I said, grinning at her like an idiot.

She smiled back, but then she said, "It's getting late, you should be getting home."

My grin fell into a neutral position, and I said, "Yeah, your right."

We got up, and looked at eachother. "I love you, Rachel." I told her, staring into her once chocolate brown eyes, but what were now a pale grey.

"I love you too, Finn," She said to me, staring right back into mine.

Right there, right then, I knew that nothing else mattered at the moment. Not Quinn, not Puck, not even the fact that Rachel was dead. The only think that mattered was that I was with the love of my life, dead or alive.