Hallelujah finally got internet, in celebration I offer you my dear readers a new long chapter. I didnt get as many reviews as usual for the last chapter, im not one of those writers who are gonna threaten you by saying I wont write if you don't review, I just want to make sure that im not losing you guys. I was a little worried that my last chapter might have turned some of you off, I hope not, but if that is the case then im sorry and I hope this chapter makes up for it.

For those of you who did:

EriiTurd: Lol yeah thats why he is the bad guy, and also the not so smooth criminal. I totally understand your anger, you might hate me after this chapter. Fare warning!

Amaka Jane: Please dont cry, it was a clumsy mistake. So much drama! I was just gonna make it some random servent but then I was like who havent I brought in... or yeah trouty mouth so badabingbadaboom in comes Sam. Sebastian I knew was gonna drop the letter as soon as I thought up the idea. Ha yeah I could see the uncle from PPP being Ricardo. Had to go Lima Heights on Ricardo, he was a douche and deserved it.

Lumos175: Lol yeah I watch a lot of movies, so I go with what I know I guess, plus I love the drama.

There. u. are. : I know damn you capitan, damn you! Im happy you like his presence and the drama, I try to keep people on there toes. I love the "what!" reactions.

Brittana1227-songbird: You review made me smile, feeling super special right now. Thank you.

Mindconfession: Because I love drama, if he lost the invitation that would be no fun. :)

Affy: Thank you, wow one of the best, im honored. Gotta love the angst, no worries I love me some happy ending too and your secret is safe with me. Oooh the ring, Blaine definitely has a plan for the ring. I like your prediction, I thought of that but went in another direction, I hope you like the direction im gonna go in. Write me a testimate, I would be happy to read what you think, I love the really long ones. I am puerto rican, but im like the only puerto rican who grew up in a spanish household and never fully learned the language lol. Like seriously my grandmother knew absolutely no english, but I dont speak much spanish. I am ashamed, worst puerto rican ever. I just channel my family for the spanish, I try not to use complicated spanish terms because I want it to be easy for my readers to understand, and I dont want to be google translating everything. Ill try to keep the awesomeness coming. Thanks for the great review.

Beanzy: Liked the way your sarted the review, o hellz yeah! I like that you like the development, I aim to please. Happy your no longer confused, he is a jackass the cousin of hers but it wouldn't be fun without him. Write me a novel, ill gladly read it.


Cold hard metal hit metal, as blade met blade. Santana's opponent for this match was breathing heavily as he swung his sword relentlessly, trying hard to somehow break threw Santana's defenses. Santana was too good though, with every heavy blow she ducked, dodged and swung with ease.

Her grace with a blade was unlike any opponent had ever seen. Even for one as skilled as Francisco Juan Lup`e Garcia, he had seen many battles having fought to help neighboring islands. He loved La Isla Luna it was his home, but it was not the place for battles, no one dare fight against the great island, so he finds his battles elsewhere always fighting for a worthy cause.

His last battle ended shortly with the news of the discovery of one princess. He had to come back, this was Santo's daughter, his best friends little girl he had no other choice. Santo always talked about making him a godfather one day, but after his disappearance he let that idea sink with his best friend.

From the first moment he looked into those familiar mocha eyes, he knew. Behind those eyes lied a thirst, a thirst he saw in his best friend, and one he knew people saw in him. The thirst for battle, but more then that, the battle for truth, for honor, for the safety of the ones you love. She didn't even need to ask, he knew her request. He was the best around, mothers and fathers begged him to train their young one, with the hopes that his training would save them if ever in battle. He never excepted though, until now. Santana was his first and only apprentice, trained in the brutal art of war, good or evil, weak or strong, disgrace or honor.

In the beginning he wasn't sure if Santana's skill quiet matched the thirst in her eyes, after the first few weeks he began to doubt his prediction that this girl was anything close to the warrior her father once was, until one night led to the woman before him today. Watching her take on her opponent with ease, made him think about that afternoon. When Santana's true ability and thirst truly united.

Santana looked around the large area designed for the training of warriors, her own space to become the warrior that she was destined to be. The letter broke her heart, but she would not let it break her spirit, she would fight for the only thing she now truly believed in. The only thing she could truly control, her honor and pride. She looked at the sword mounted on the wall, the sword of her ancestors before her. Every heir was passed down that same sword, when their trainer see's that they were ready. She needed that, that was her goal, to be worthy enough to wield that sword. That was how she would know that she was ready to make Finn suffer, the same way she was suffering inside, and to defeat Elec to protect the one she loved, even if she was not loved back.

So lost in her thoughts she didn't notice her trainer enter from behind her.

"You know you should never have your back to an entry way, many of your ancestors learned that the hard way," Francisco said built arms crossed in front of his chest.

Santana turned around to look at the older man. "I guess I still have much to learn."

"Yes you do. Blaine told me you wanted to train today, why? Today is not a training day," he said walking closer to the young Latina.

"Tell me Francisco, did you train along side my father?"

He gave her a confused look, "Yes of course I did, you know that."

"And did you and my father not train everyday from sun rise to sun up?"

"Yes, but Santana you are not us, you are..." he began to say before being cut off.

"I am what? A princess? A woman? Or perhaps you mean weak?"

Francisco looked down at the girl in front of him, and placed his palm to her cheek, "Of course not Santana, neither of those. You just need more practice."

"No, what I needed was motivation and I have it now."Santana turned away from his hand and walked towards the weapons hanging from the far wall.

"What do you mean? What motivation?" He asked worryingly.

Grabbing two swords she walked back to her spot and threw one at the man. "It doesn't matter what, all that matters is I have it. From now on you will stop treating me like I am something fragile, you will treat me the same as your trainer treated you. That means training everyday, and opponents. No more wooden dummies, I want real opponents, I want to work my way up to the best."

"That will be a problem, most men will not fight a woman, even if that woman is the princesa."

"If they are true warriors, and truly are the best then they will fight, and I will remind them of just that. Also when you are down here you are not my fathers best friend, not my godfather, you are my trainer, and you will treat me as so. The only time you are to ever to place you hand on my cheek like that again, is if it is an attack, but I promise you that you will never get that chance."

Right before his eyes he watched that thirst turn into a flame, great inspiration, but he worried about the princesses heart, and the wrong choices she may make because of that flame.

That first training session was hard, Santana fought with less skill but with more anger. Every blow she threw was blocked and counter attacked, exhaustion, anger, sadness, and pride were getting in the way, and Francisco could see it.

Santana attacked putting all her weight into her swing, falling to the floor when Francisco dodged to the left leaving her sword to cut through air. He pushed her to the floor and pointed the blade right over her neck, literally a hair away from her jugular. She breathed heavily, her pride injured, her body weak, her anger boiling, but most of all her heart broken.

"Stop!" he yelled, his voice echoing threw the room. "Santana you are fighting like a foolish man blinded by anger. If you want to be a warrior you must learn to let go, let go of the anger, the pain, the sadness. You can't destroy your problems with a sword anymore then you can cut air. What is going on?"

Santana tried to push the sword away and get up, but she was pushed back down by her godfathers foot.

"No tell me, or I will stop training you. I will not let your anger tarnish what others think of my teaching abilities."

"There is nothing wrong," she practically growled.

"You can lie to me all you want, but a sword never lies. The way you were using it, is all the truth I need," he said removing the sword and his foot from her chest. He turned to walk away. "Come and get me when you have worked this out, I wont train you like this."

Santana watched all that she had left slowly disappear along with the man walking away. "Stop! This is all that I have left."

Francisco stopped, but didn't turn around, figuring it would be easier for her to talk to his back.

"Please, she doesn't love me anymore, the prophecy was wrong about that, but I wont let it be wrong about this. I need to be the warrior that I am destined to be, I need to at least make that true."

Still facing away he sighed. "This isn't about that though is it, why do you want to be a warrior?"

Santana fell to her knees, letting trespassing tears fall down her cheeks like the flooding of the Nile. "I am doing it for her, I still love her, I don't want to because it hurts so much, but I do. I want her to be safe, I want to be that warrior so she can be safe. So she will never be hurt."

Francisco pulled the kneeling girl up and gently pushed her face up to meet his eyes. "Then let that be your motivation, not anger. Let her safety be the only reason you wield that sword, make every swift movement in her name." He wiped away her tear, then bent down and handed her the sword she dropped.

"Now lets start, I have a warrior to train."

Francisco's clapping echoed threw the room. Santana turned her gaze from her opponent know on the floor with a sword to his throat, and a discarded weapon. "Well done Santana, you have come far. He was the best of your age group."

Santana scoffed, before releasing her opponent and helping him up. "Sorry I had to kick you ass," she said as he walked away head bowed in disappointment.

Santana threw the blade over her shoulder and smiled at her trainer, "So what now teach, going for an older group?"

"No, you seem a bit bored with your opponents."

"Yeah, kinda sucks, when you cant find anyone better then you."

"You know, cocky is very unflattering on a princess."

"Well I guess unfortunately my cousin is rubbing off on me, god knows he just oozes cocky. Its caked all over that ugly face of his."

Francisco laughed, "Yes well only difference is you actually deserve to be cocky, he is about as good with a sword as Kurt is."

Now Santana was holding back laughter.

"Hey I resent that, besides swords and armor are so last season," Kurt said walking into the room as he hung onto Blaine.

"I don't think there is a season for battle attire Kurt," Santana said rolling her eyes, as she walked over to grab the jug of water in Blaine's awaiting hand.

"Francisco when are you going to let me redesign this room, its so dark in here it give me chills," he said demonstrating as he exaggeratedly faked chills coming up his spine. "I have some fabric samples I can show you, ooh I know one that would look perfect."

"Errrrr... hold on a minute Kurt. I love you and all, mostly because I love Blaine and you make him happy, but if you go all gay makeover castle edition in my training room, then I will disown you. Kappeesh?"

Francisco smiled at the small group of friends before excusing himself.

"Awww... Santana you know you have a secret soft spot for me, who else can make you look fabulous in pants, and make you were dresses you actually like," he said walking past her and giving her butt a light smack as he passed to look at the old swords on a shelf. Placing his finger on the shelf, he swiped his finger across to reveal dust. "Ewww, please Santana have someone clean down here, it is filthy and it smell like dirty socks."

Santana handed back the water, before creeping up behind Kurt, and hugging him. Her sweaty body, practically dripping on his designer outfit.

"Santana!" he yelled before trying to tear himself away. "If I was prince I would have you locked away for assault against a woman's best friend, my poor outfit. Now I have to change." He huffed all the way out of the room.

"Of course Kurt," she said laughing at his reaction.

Blaine smiled at his friend, "Why do you do that, you know he hates it."

"How else am I supposed to entertain myself?"

"You mean winning isn't enough entertainment," he asked with a smirk. "Or are you just trying to keep yourself busy, exhausting yourself, going from fight to fight. Win to Win."

Santana's smiled turned down. "You know its not about the wining, its about the training. Im doing it for her."

"Yes so you have told me, but Santana you have yet to RSVP, the deadline is in two days," he said handing her the invitation.

Santana looked down at the white and gold invitation. "I don't need to be there, I will keep an eye from afar, make sure Elec doesn't try to attack, but I will do so from the sea, and I will not be entering that castle."

"Why have you given up, there must be a reason, love like the one you described just doesn't disappear," he said looking at his sad princess. "Just talk to her, ask her why? Maybe she is just scared?"

"No Blaine, she has made her choice, many people think she is stupid, but not me. If this is what she wants then it must be what she wants. If she truly loved me then she would have waited, I told her I would come for her."

Blaine held both her hands and the invitation in both his hands. "Please Santana you are my best friend and I want you happy, just talk to her."

"If you were my best friend then you would not want me to go, because when she says that she doesn't love me then I will be forced to watch her marry him. Then I will be truly broken, no amount of distractions could fix that."

"I just think your wrong Santana, but even if your not she would want you there. She has been your best friend since you were two, she needs you. Even if it isn't in the way you would hope, then maybe it could give you closer, and you can start over."

Santana knew he was right, Brittany was her best friend, they went threw everything together. She was there for Brittany's first steps, first words, first period, first fight with her mother, her first kiss, and this would be her first wedding. If the roles were reversed Brittany would come, even if it killed her. She had no other choice, she had to go.

"Alright, ill go, but if I go then you go, and Kurt. Someone is going to have to carry me and my broken heart home when I turn out to be right."

"Deal, wait till I tell Kurt, your outfit is gonna make Brittany swoon over you. She will be tripping on her fallen jaw due to your total epic hotness. You will see Santana, everything will work out."

"What ever you say Blaine," she said in a monotone voice unconvinced as she walked past him.


Brittany was worried, she had yet to receive an RSVP from Santana, she figured she would have received it the very next day, but it has been weeks. She must have gotten it, right? She had to, Brittany gave it directly to a captain. She had nothing to worry about, surely Santana is busy, or its on its way. So why was she still worried?

Brittany was ripped from her thoughts by her door being slammed open by her mother.

"Brittany dear, come quick," she said rather out of breathe. "Finn is downstairs and he is in quiet a state, he is crying and keeps babbling something about apples."

Brittany looked just as confused as her mother, but seeing as Finn was now her friend, after all the time preparing for the wedding they have grown close. A common goal I guess will do that to people. She rushed out the bedroom, her mother hot on her trail as she went down the long stairs and hallways to the entrance where presumable the prince was.

Immediately upon entering she spotted the large figure balled up on the floor like a new born infant. 'Rachel must really love him, because that is terribly unattractive.'

"Uhm... Finn?" she asked his shaking body. "Will you get up please, and follow me into the study?"

Finn looked up at the princess with bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. He slowly nodded before getting up on long wobbly legs. Brittany led them both to the study, grabbing Finn's hand just so her mother wouldn't be suspicious of anything.

After entering the study, Brittany gently closed the door behind them. "Finn what's wrong?" she asked worryingly.

"Rachel... she d..d...doesn't love.. love me," Finn was barely able to get out, as he walked to sit down in one of the chairs.

"Ok Finn, I need you to stop crying and take a deep breath then talk, because I don't know what your saying. Ok," she said slightly annoyed now standing in front of the sitting boy. 'This is like talking to a child, get a grip your supposed to be king one day.'

Finn did what she told him to do, before continuing. "I went over to the orchards, I wanted to surprise Rachel with a ring. I knew how hard this was for her, keeping us a secret, and pretending to marry you, I just wanted to do something nice for her. I went to the barn, because she likes to separate the apples out of the sun, and she thinks no one can here her sing in there. Only she wasn't singing or separating apple's, she was with Quinn."

"Oh what were they doing then if they weren't sorting..." then it clicked. "Oh Finn, they were getting their lady kisses on weren't they."

He looked down at the floor heartbroken, Brittany felt bad that all she was thinking about was how great that story would be in a play. "Wow Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray, didn't see that coming. Although now that I think about it, I always caught them staring at each other at my parties, but I just thought they were having an intense super long staring contest."

"She said she didn't know until they kissed, that she never meant for it to happen. She really thought she loved me, can you believe that."

"Im so sorry Finn, but at least you found out now," she placed her hand on top of his cheek. "Now you can move on, find someone who truly loves you."

He looked up at her with broken eyes and placed his hand atop hers. "Was it me?"

She kneeled down in front of him and offered him the truth, "A few months ago I probably would have said yes, just because you really annoyed me, because of the whole apple thing, but its different now. I have gotten to know you, and I don't think it was you Finn. Im sure she truly loved you, but she just loved her more. You are clumsy, not very good with vocabulary, you dance like you have two left feet, and you cry like a girl," she saw his face fall with ever word she used to describe him and decided now was the time to pull out the big guns. "But no one who has gotten to know you like I have would even notice those things, because all they will see is a kind, brave, funny, loving guy. That's what I see, and any woman would be lucky to have you."

Finn smiled wide, "You mean that?"

"Of course I do," she said standing up and smiling down at him. "Feel better?"

He nodded in response and stood up towering over her. 'Knew that would work, I really hate to see people sad, and anything to stop him from crying like a little girl. Cant blame him though, I don't know what I would do if I ever saw San with anyone else. I don't think even someone saying how great I was would be able to fix that, but I am happy it worked for him.'

She turned around and began to walk to the window, "Good, look Finn I understand if you want to call off the wedding, now that there isn't anything in it for you."

"No, I still want to get married," he said.

She turned around and found Finn no longer standing in the spot by the chair, but rather right in front of her.

He placed an unsuspected kiss on an unsuspecting Brittany, instead of going in for peck he went in for an open mouthed kiss. Practically ramming his lower lip in between her stunned lips.

Brittany stood stunned, sure she had kissed a boy before, but it was the last thing she expected from Finn. Especially since she made it pretty clear that Santana's kisses where the only kisses she wanted. She pushed him away after she felt his hand brush her lower back, finally out of her stun she stepped as far back as she could. Hitting the wall next to the window.

She wiped her hand across her mouth, trying to remove all traces of his invasion. "Finn, what was that?"

"I understand Brittany, this was your plan all along. Pretend to marry me, so that I could see how much better for me you are. I didn't notice before, but I get it now. That's why you said all those things to me just now, the whole thing about any girl would be lucky to have me bit. You love me."

Brittany looked at the boy like he just grew twelve heads. "Finn, what are you talking about, I love Santana. She is the only reason I am marrying you, so I can be with her. The girl I love, as in female, as in I am in love with a female, making me a bicorn or lebanese or something, but all together not in love with you."

"Brittany you don't have to pretend anymore, we will get married, I will be king and we will have lots of kids. They will have your looks and my height. We can be happy, I see that now," he said reaching out to hold onto her hand.

Brittany looked at their hands confused, "Children? Finn what are you talking about? Im getting married to be with San, that was the deal."

Finn understood that maybe he had gotten it wrong, but he wasn't about to let her go. Rachel had left him, he wouldn't let Brittany leave him too. He stood up, and placed both his hands on her cheeks, "No, don't you see Brittany we can be happy, your mother will be happy, heck the whole kingdom will be happy. I can give you everything you ever wanted, including children, Santana cant give you that. She isn't even here, she has never written you, you haven't even gotten an RSVP back, face it Brittany she has forgotten you, now you need to forget her too."

"No!," she said yanking her face away from his hands. "She loves me, and I don't want any of those things with you. You cant give me babies, tan, with beautiful brown eyes, of average height and black hair, with sassy attitudes, and snarky one liners. Only Santana can give me that, that's all I want little mini hers, I don't care if none of them have my genes or my looks, I would be happy if they were just mini versions of the girl I love. You cant make me love you any more then you can make Rachel love you, now get out, the plan is over."

Finn snapped at the mention of Rachel's name. "No, im doing this for the both of us. You will marry me."

"No, I will never marry you and I will never love you."

"Really? I would rethink that statement I would hate for someone to spill the beans to you uncle. Im sure he would be very interested in the news of your love," he practically spit the last word out like venom. "Someone might accidentally tell him where your precious beloved lives. Im sure he would be more then happy to start off the inevitable war by breaking your little heart."

"You wouldn't," Brittany said seething.

"Oh I would. Don't you see, neither of us can have the ones we love. We can use that, it will connect us, from that a new love can blossom. We can make it so they can never love anyone else again."

" Finn your thinking crazy, your only thinking like this because of Rachel. I don't understand, why would you want to be with someone who doesn't love you, why not wait and maybe there is someone out there for you."

"Because that someone is you, its like your mother always said love comes later," he placed his hand back on her cheek. "Over time you will learn to love me."

Brittany slapped his hand away, "No I wont, and San will come back for me and you will be sorry."

Finn grabbed her bicep hard and whispered in her ear, "No I wont, because if she does your going to tell her that you don't love her, or I will have a nice chat with your Uncle. I would be careful BrittBritt I would hate to see your heart break into a million pieces just because you wanted to be stubborn." He pulled away with a wicked smile on his face.

Brittany's eyes watered at the way Santana's nickname for her slid like slime off his tongue. She was torn, her uncle would surely hurt Santana if he knew it would hurt her, she had to do this, and hope that the prophecy was right. Santana would come for her and defeat him, and they would be free to love each other.

"Smile Brittany, were getting married in three days," he smiled mockingly before exiting the room. Just before exiting he turned around. "Remember BrittBritt not a word to anyone or else..."

When Finn was out of sight, Brittany ran to the desk in the study and quickly wrote a letter. She had to tell Santana, she had to come for her at the wedding, nothing was for certain after that. She rolled up the letter and walked over to the Pigeon in its cage, placing the letter on its ankle she brought it to the window and let it fly.

"Please San, Save me," she whispered into the late afternoon air.


Ricardo walked down the halls of the castle, wandering nowhere in particular just wandering. The castle had become less and less entertaining since the arrival of his prima. 'The lost heir of La Isla Luna the precious child of Santo daughter of the poor and gift to the royal. Santana is so perfect, so sweet, brave, honest, beautiful, she treats everyone so equally, she is so much better then Prince Ricardo and blah di blah blah. God I hate her.'

"Princesa," a man yelled as he ran past Ricardo."Princesa el correo."

"Stop," Ricardo yelled to the man who was already halfway down the hall. "Come here."

The other man walked to the prince with his head bowed in respect. "Perdon I was just trying to bring la princesa her mail."

Ricardo smiled. "No need hand it over, I will bring it to her."

"Its okay Prince Ricardo, It is an urgent message. I will just run and give it to Princesa"

"No need, I am on my way. Hand it over."

The man looked up at the prince nervously, uneasy as to whether that was a good idea. Everyone knew the feud going on between the prince and princess. However, he could not refuse him, even with Santana stopping all mistreatment of servant, he still knew what the prince was capable of. So he unhappily handed over the small piece of paper.

"I have it from here, you are excused."

When the messenger was out of sight, Ricardo unrolled the note and read its contents.

Dear Santana my love,

I know I am not supposed to send you letters, because you want me to live my life without waiting for your replies. Which was stupid because all im doing now is waiting for you to return so I can see your face again, feel your fingers in between mine, god and your kisses I miss them the most. Im getting off track, this isn't why I wrote you. I did something stupid, see what happens when you leave me. You were always the smarter one, kept me from doing stupid things. You would have told me not to do this, and when I did it anyways you would be there to get me out of it. Remember the plan I told you about in the last letter, its backfired. Things didn't work out for Finn, and now he has gone crazy, he thinks that he can make me love him. I tried to stop the wedding, but he threatened to tell my uncle where you live, and I cant let you get hurt. That would break me, so I need to go threw with it, at least make him think that. I need you to come for the wedding, and I need to tell you that I cant be with you, but not for real just pretend. I don't mean it, but you need to pretend to be hurt so that Finn will think its true. I know you will do amazing, you were always the best at pretend. Once Finn actually believes then we can sneak away before I actually get married, we can escape to that island your on, I forgot what its called because the name was really long, but we can be together there. My first plan didn't work, but this one will. So just come, play pretend with me one last time, and we will never have to pretend ever again.

Xoxo Love always,

Your BrittBritt

Ricardo looked at the note and smiled, "So little cousin es una lesbiana, this is too good. I wonder how the island would feel about their precious princesa liking girls. No, that wouldn't be enough. Hmmm... I wonder what would happen if this note never got to poor Santana. Poor little princesa gonna have a broken heart, but it will all be a misunderstanding. Bendito." He faked a frown before smiling again.

Ricardo continued to walk down the hall with more pep in his step then when he started. 'Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.'


So you likey? Will Santana earn her family sword? What will she have to do to earn it? Was Blaine right, should Santana go to the wedding? Will Kurt redecorate the training room? Is Finn kookoo or what? Faberry caught in the barn, scandalous or what? Should Brittany stop making plans? How will this plan work out? What will Ricardo do to ruin Santana? Tell me what you think?

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