Hey guys I'm not to busy this weekend so I might update tomorrow night and Sunday night as well. Can't promise it but I will sure try. I know how much you all appreciate back-to-back updates! Once again thank you so much your amazing and wonderful reviews! I'm trying to reply to each one of you personally but if I don't please know that it means a lot to me that you take time to read my stories! FYI I keep updating as fast as I can because of your awesome feedback! They make my day! Peace!

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Another month passed after they had gotten back from their trip and they still hadn't even tried to seek one another. It was obvious to those close to the Prince and Rachel that they were being stubborn. She knew he would have his usual guests for his entertainment but she didn't care. Shut up. She didn't. What she was excited was her best friend arriving any minute now.

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Rachel was working in the garden with Abria when she heard a familiar voice.

"Hey Bitch!"

Rachel turned around and gasped excitedly. "San!" Rachel got up from where she was and hugged her best friend.

"Hey bestie!" Santana grinned.

"I'm so happy you're here." Rachel beamed.

"Me too. I can't believe it's been three months."

"I know. San this is Abria, Abria this is my best friend."

"Nice to meet you Miss."

"Nice to meet you Abria."

Rachel tried cleaning her dirty dress from the grass and dirt but it was no use. "I'm so dirty. Come on let's show you where you'll be staying."

"So this is my room." Rachel said when they walked in.

"It's huge," Santana looked around the room.

"So you can either stay here with me or you can have a separate room."

"I'm staying here."

"Yay!" Rachel grabbed her bikini and a shawl. "Did you bring your swimming suit like I told you to?"

"Of course."

"Awesome. Change right here while I change in the bathroom."

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Rachel and Santana were seating on reclining chairs next to each other while enjoying the breeze and smell of the beach.

"Rae you are living the life." Santana said with her eyes closed enjoying the sun on her skin.

"No I'm not," she said seriously.

"What do you mean? You live in a castle, you travelled to some of your favorite countries, you wore the most beautiful dresses I've have ever seen you wear and you two seemed to be getting along."

Rachel chuckled. "Trust me we are not getting along. Sometimes he is really sweet but most of the time he is a horny asshole who probably has sex almost every day and he just pisses me off."

Santana smiled widely looking at her best friend.

"What?" Rachel snapped at her best friend's gaze.

"You like him."

Rachel scoffed. "No."

"Oh please are you kidding me? You like him. Or at least you want him." Santana smirked.

Rachel stayed quiet for a moment and sighed in defeat. "Shit."

Santana laughed. "Aw I'm sorry babe."

"Whatever. He is still an asshole and I can't wait to get a divorce. I haven't gotten laid in like forever and I want to go dancing and do stuff but being a princess limit my activities so not cool. I'm at least happy I can wear this bikini just because this is a private beach."

Santana laughed and Rachel chuckled when Abria walked towards them.

"Hey Abria."

"Miss, the Prince wants to know if you and Miss Lopez would join him for dinner tonight."

Rachel scoffed and shook her head. "See what I mean?" looking at Santana. "Abria please tell my husband that if he wants us to join him, he should ask me himself."

"Yes Miss," Abria smiled and walked away.

"You are such a bitch," Santana chuckled. "This is going to be a fun weekend."

Rachel smiled. "Shut up."

"So how are the Queen and King?"

"I don't really talk to the King unless absolutely necessary but I love the Queen. Her name is Mali but I can only call her that when it's just the two of us. She's amazing and somehow understands my situation. I really love her. I think I'm going to miss her the most."

"I remember meeting her at the wedding and she really is cool."

"Rachel," the girls looked behind them and saw the Prince walking towards them.

"What do you want?"

"I want you and your friend to join me for dinner."

Santana smirked at the way the Prince was eying her best friend's body in the bikini she was wearing.

"Did you get tired of eating by yourself?" she said sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes. "Are you or are you not?"

"If you ask me nicely, I might think about it."

His nose flared as he grinds his teeth. "Would you and Santana join me tonight for dinner please?"

"Wow even a please."

He crossed his arms in annoyance.

"Maybe"

"You're such a…" he didn't even finish cause he walked away.

"Bye dear."

Santana laughed. "Ay Dios Mio!"

Rachel smirked. "What?"

"The sexual tension between you two is off the roof."

"What? No it's not."

"Oh please. How long have I known you?"

"We hate each other."

"And the sex would be so hot because of it."

Rachel chuckled knowing her best friend was right as usual.

"Anyway, do you want to join him?"

"Hell yea. Tonight will definitely be interesting."

"Whatever. Let's go for a swim."

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"I still can't get over you wearing dresses during the day," Santana said as they made their way towards the dining room.

"I know. I still have my jeans and shirts but Mali and Jawara, that's our manager/publicist/everything, bought all these cute clothes so I just wear them instead."

"Don't get me wrong, you definitely look cute in dresses."

"Thanks," they arrived to the dining room and saw the Prince.

"So I see you decided to join me. I knew you wouldn't say no," he smirked.

"You should thank her cause I definitely didn't want to eat next to you," she glared at him and went to sit on the other side of the table but he stopped her.

"Oh no. You're eating next to me. See?"

Rachel noticed the table setting and they were seating next to him. Santana was amused at all of this but sat on his left side and Rachel sat on his right side.

"So Santana tell me a little about yourself. We never got to chat at the wedding."

Santana looked at Rachel trying to contain her laugh and answered him as the help brought in the dinner.

"I work part time at a little diner in L.A. and trying to get into law school."

"Cool." He said.

"Thanks."

"And how long have you two been friends?"

"We've been friends since middle school." Santana smiled at Rachel.

"That's a long time."

"Yes it is."

"So you might know why she has a stick up her butt all the time."

Rachel eyes widened. "Screw you Noah."

Santana rolled her eyes. "My best friend, your temporary wife, is trying her damndest to make this temporary situation work but with a man as difficult and conceited as you it makes it impossible and extremely hard, doesn't it?"

The Prince was in awe and shocked. Rachel mouthed to her a thank you and they started to eat in silence for a bit.

"Sorry," he whispered.

Rachel and Santana looked at each other and then at him. "What?"

"I said I'm sorry."

Rachel scoffed. "Did it hurt?"

He scoffed and shook his head. Santana glared at her and Rachel sighed.

"I'm sorry too."

"Did it hurt?" he smirked at her and the three of them started to laugh and the tension was broken.

After they had finished eating they had stayed because of how much fun they were having talking.

"And she even had a bowling ball, with shoes and everything." Santana said.

"I did but I didn't play professionally. So stop saying it like I did," Rachel smiled.

"I didn't know you love bowling that much," the Prince said.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," Rachel replied looking at him in the eyes.

Santana was having so much fun right now. Her best friend and temporary husband totally wanted to rip each other's clothes off. She cleared her throat snapping them both from their intense gaze.

"I have something to show you guys."

Rachel looked at him suspiciously and then at Santana who shrugged her shoulders.

"Come on follow me."

The Prince walked out the dining room followed by Rachel and Santana.

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Rachel wanted to know where they were headed. She knew the palace like the back of her hand and nothing popped up in her mind that was that exciting the way he was acting. That was until they reached the library.

"What are we doing here?"

"I'm going to show you my favorite place of this whole palace."

"Noah there's nothing here but books and I know you hate to read unless absolutely necessary."

He smirked and walked towards the corner wall and pulled down a book and put it back in its place when a bookshelf opened making the girls gasped.

"What? Oh my God," Rachel was shocked and saw him walk down a couple of steps so the girls followed him.

He couldn't hide the smile on his face at his wife reaction and let the two friends take it the view.

"Oh my God." Rachel eyes widened in shocked and awe.

As soon as they walked down the stairs, there was a bar to the right, a Jacuzzi on the left and in the middle a bowling lane.

"This is so cool," Santana said.

"How come I didn't know about this?" Rachel walked straight to the bowling lane.

"Because I wanted to keep something for myself,"

"So why show it to me now?" she asked and bit her bottom lip as she looked at him and then at the bowling lane.

He looked at her lips lasciviously. "Because now I know how much you love to play and I want to see you loose when we play."

"Ha! You wish. I'm going to kick your ass." Rachel said excitedly.

"Santana you going to play with us?" he asked.

"Nope. I'm going to enjoy watching you two play. Oh can I get a drink?"

"Of course. What would you like?"

"Margarita?"

"Coming right up. Rachel do you want anything?" he asked.

"Water."

He walked over to the bar and started making Santana's drink.

Santana leaned in and whispered in Rachel's ear. "He's trying to impress you."

Rachel smirked at her friend. "It's working," The two giggled.

The Prince came back with a huge margarita glass and gave it to Santana.

"I love you," she said to him but looking at the margarita glass.

He chuckled and walked over to the bowling lane. "Okay let's do it."

"I'm a little rusty. It's been a while so go easy on me."

"I don't think so," he smirked.

She shook her head and smiled. "Let's do this."

"I'm going first," he grabbed his bowling ball.

"What happened to ladies first?"

"That's if I'm going to get laid. And that's not happening with you is it?"

"Not a chance in hell," she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"So I'm first," he winked.

Rachel shook her head laughing, as he got ready to bowl. "Don't hurt yourself."

Santana couldn't believe the chemistry her best friend and temporary husband had between them. They were laughing and making jokes while each took a turn to bowl.

"I thought you were a pro." He smirked as he threw the ball down the lane and hit all the pins.

"I told you I'm a little rusty," she grabbed a ball and when she threw it, she hit half of the pins.

"Sure you are."

Rachel rolled her eyes and let him bowl.

The first game he won and she lost badly. "Of course I win. Score 200 and you 70. Wow. You're gonna have to bring you're A game."

"Stop talking and start playing," she was annoyed and now she really wanted to win.

He laughed at the seriousness of her wanting to win, so he threw the ball and once again hit all the pins. "Strike!"

"I'm letting you win," she said annoyed but he knew she was lying.

"Sure you are." He winked.

Rachel grabbed the ball and threw it down the lane and hit almost all except one.

"Rachie get a spare!" Santana yelled excitedly.

Rachel chuckled at her now tipsy best friend. She grabbed the ball and when she threw it she hit the last pin and got a spare.

"Woohoo! That's my best friend! Woop woop!" Santana raising her hands in the air up and down. "

"Lucky shot." He said as he took this game seriously when he realized she really was warming up and playing a lot better.

"I told you all I had to do is get warmed up." She said with her hands on her waist and smiled proudly.

He walked towards her and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I can think of better ways to warm you up."

Rachel moved back and looked at him smirking. "In your dreams. I'm so gonna kick you ass and you are not going to try and mess me up."

The second game he won again but this time she was closer. "I still won."

She snorted in amusement. "Oh please you got 225 and I got 115."

"My Jewish diva is going to kick your royal ass and you're going to love it! Dale Rachie tu puedes!" Santana laughed.

"You didn't get any strikes," The Prince said defensively.

"Whatever I'm gonna beat you eventually," she smirked.

"No babe you're not." He smirked back.

"Don't call me babe. I'm not your babe," she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Rach there's no point in playing again when we know you are going to loose and I'm going to win once again." He took a step closer towards her.

"Noah if you're afraid of losing then just say so and we won't have to play anymore."

He walked closer to her and was inches away from her face. "Who said anything about being afraid?"

She leaned in just a little and whispered barely against his lips. "Prove it."

Santana's eyes were widened at the way these two in front of her behaved. "Wow," she said to herself.

The third game got more interesting. Rachel got three strikes in a row and then two spares. She was smiling at him with a raised eyebrow trying to see if he would say something.

"You just got lucky." He frowned.

"Oh please. You know you're going to loose. I'm making you nervous." She smiled.

"Shut up and play."

She laughed, as she got ready to throw the ball.

"Another strike. Suck on that Puck!" Santana yelled excitedly.

Rachel laughed at her best friend and went to seat next to her while he played next.

"Oh a spare. Do you need me to explain the game is played?"

"Shut it wife."

Rachel laughed out loud and went to play.

The third game Rachel won by five points. "So I won. 235. You lost 230."

"You got lucky."

"Aw are you a sore loser?" she teased.

"No." He answered quickly.

"Aw you totally are. You are so freaking spoiled."

"Uh yea I'm a Prince future King."

"Uh yea I know. Poor country." She laughed.

He's smiled disappeared and glared. "What is that suppose to mean?" he crossed his arms.

"And… that's my cue to leave," Santana said as she walked up the stairs.

Rachel looked at her best friend walking up the stairs and then at a pissed off husband. "Never mind. Let's not ruin a fun night. Okay?"

"No Rachel what the fuck are you trying to say?" he asked.

"Noah all you do is party and sleep around. How are you going to run a country when all you think about is sex and…"

"You don't know anything about me."

"Obviously but this whole thing between you and I wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been so carefree. Your father threatened your future because you are irresponsible, self-centered, and have more sex than I've ever known any man to have. You could be getting ready to do great things as a future King but nope all you do is think with your dick. Do you think the people are going to take you seriously?"

"You're just jealous." He said defensively.

"How the hell am I jealous?" she asked.

"You wouldn't be having this much fun and enjoying my family's money if you hadn't screw up yourself."

"Shut up," she glared at him.

"You wish you had power and money and people who worship you. Enjoy this because it won't last forever."

"Shut up."

"As soon as the year is up you'll go back to your miserable unaccomplished struggling life."

"You're an asshole." She glared at him.

"Oh so you can tell me what you think but I can't." He crossed his arms.

"I'm going to bed," she started walking away from him.

"Fine go. You see me care?" he asked.

Rachel flared up and walked back to him. "That is the reason why you will never be a great King. Because you never give rats ass about anything."

"And you will never amount to anything in life because you're a fucking stuck up annoying bitch." He threw back.

She was about to slap him hard but he grabbed her hand mid air and held it against his chest. "Let me go you son of a bitch."

He could see the unshed tears in her eyes and quickly regretted what he had said in the last couple of minutes. "Rach I'm…"

"Fuck you," she pushed him away and started walking up the stairs.

"Damn it," he kick a chair making it fly across the room.

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Santana was tucked in bed already falling asleep when she noticed her best friend walking into the room closing the door behind her.

"So did you two have crazy mad sex?" She smirked and but quickly disappeared when she saw Rachel's eyes red and puffy. "You're crying what happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Rachel said walking to the dresser.

"You want me to kick his ass?"

Rachel chuckled a little but grabbed her pajamas and walked to the bathroom.

TBC

Okay so this is the last of the drama for now anyway I don't know. I know some of you are ready for them to get it on and be together (you're gonna have to wait just a little longer) but this is something that had to happen between them so that they could understand more of each other.

If I'm not explaining myself then you'll have to wait and see what I mean. That's why this chapter was longer than the others. I just put them together so you wouldn't suffer too much.

Next chapter I promise they will make up.

Santana always makes everything better… You'll see ;)