Hello everyone! Enjoy!

Chapter 3

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Maria asked as Puck prepared to get on James's private plane. "You can back out if you want."

"For the hundredth time, yes I'm sure. I want to do this," he replied before hugging her.

"We are going to see you again right?" Sara asked nervously.

Puck smiled. "Of course. Every chance I get I'm going to try to fly you out. Look at it this way, while all your friends are going to boring beaches for vacation you get to stay in a palace."

"But that's months away."

"Something tells me you'll be able to handle it. Look I need you to take care of everything here for me while I'm gone. Can you do that?"

She thought for a moment. "Promise I get to come out as soon as I go on break?"

"As soon as you're on break I'll be sending the first private plane out to get you."

"Fine I guess I can do it," she nodded before giving him a hug. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too."

When they pulled away, Greg looked at him. "Don't go getting a big head about any of this. Stay the same Puck we know and love."

"Sounds easy enough," he shrugged before hugging him. "Take care of my mom."

"Of course." As they backed away, Greg glanced at James. "Give him a chance."

"Aren't you supposed to hate the ex?" Puck joked.

"For what he did to your mom and how he left you guys he's not on my list of favorite people. But he's still your dad. Try to keep that in mind."

"I'll try," he replied.

Mike walked over to him. "Hey don't mean to interrupt but I think everyone is ready to go."

"Guess this is it," he sighed. "You know I'm going to kill you guys if this all blows up."

Finn smirked. "Wouldn't expect anything different. Try to have some fun."

"Something tells me royalty is anything but. I'm going to miss you guys."

"You'll miss us until you find a princess," Mike joked. "Fly us out as soon as possible."

"Of course," he nodded before hugging his friends.

When he realized his goodbyes were done, he sighed and turned to get on the plane. Once he sat down, he looked out the window to his friends and family waving to him and felt a sense of sadness. He was leaving them behind to go into something completely unknown. Would it be worth it?

His thoughts were interrupted when James came and sat across from him. Noticing the sad look on his son's face, James tried to smile.

"Hey you know you're a prince. You have the power to bring them out whenever you want."

"There's just a difference between them being around the corner and being in a whole different country."

"Well I think it'll be worth it. You're going to love Meldovia, it's beautiful, the people are great-"

"It's your country, you'd have to say that. Look can we just not talk about it right now? I'd like to pretend I'm still normal for a little longer."

Disappointed, James nodded and they sat in silence as the plane took off. For the rest of the ride,

Puck just thought about what this new life had in store for him. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he was imagining. Maybe he would actually enjoy being in charge of a country.

When they started to land hours later, Puck looked out the window and was amazed at how big the palace was.

"This is where we'll be living?" he asked in shock.

"Yeah this will be like your second home." He frowned. "Now before we land I have to warn you about something."

"What?"

"My mother. She's not the warmest woman in the world so she may not appear to be very friendly."

"Great. I have a wicked grandmother," he rolled his eyes. "Anything else that will make this sound more like a terrible Disney movie? Do I have a wicked stepmother or stepsisters?"

James chuckled. "No you don't. I came to the conclusion long ago that I am not meant to be married. Again, also to the dismay of my mother."

"Sounds like you're a bit of a disappointment."

"You learn to not really care," he shrugged as they landed.

As they got off the plane and rode in a car to the palace, Puck couldn't get over the fact that all of it was technically his. He was used to his small apartment not someplace like a palace. When they arrive to the palace, an elderly woman who Puck assumed was his grandmother was standing outside waiting for them.

"Just couldn't wait for us inside could you?" James asked as they got out.

"Let's just say I was anxious," she replied before eyeing Puck. "Is this him?"

He nodded. "Mother this is Noah. Noah this is my mother, Queen Olivia."

Puck held out his hand but when she didn't accept, he gladly took it back. "Call me Puck."

"I assume the nickname has nothing to do with one of Shakespeare's characters," she frowned disapprovingly.

"Nope not at all," he smiled clearly unbothered with her disapproval. "Just something I liked better than Noah that's not completely unrelated to my name."

"Your mother allowed it I assume? I'm not surprised."

Puck frowned at the indirect insult to his mother as James tried to change the subject. "Why don't we go inside so I can show you where your room is?"

They went inside and as James droned on about the history of the palace and royal family, Puck was too occupied with the portraits of Puckerman men on the wall. For the first time since finding out about his royal identity, he felt out of place. Like he wasn't related to any of these men, not even James. Unlike everyone else, he hadn't been raised with royalty. How was he supposed to know how to be a great leader like them?

His thoughts were interrupted when they finally got to his room. When he looked inside, Puck's jaw dropped.

"This is mine?" he asked.

James nodded. "I hope it's to your liking, we kind of fixed it up last minute."

"Trust me, it'll work." He paused. "Where's your room?"

"On the other side of the palace. Don't worry you'll have complete privacy."

"Perfect," he smiled.

"I have a few meetings to attend so I will be unavailable until dinner tonight. Let the staff know if you need anything."

Grateful to be rid of James for a while, Puck nodded as he walked away. When he noticed Olivia still standing there, he sighed. "I'm guessing you wanted something."

"I know my son has missed out on a great deal of your life. But I am hoping that your mother was decent enough to at least raise someone who knows how to dress properly for dinner."

"You know, I may have let it slide earlier but I'm really not a fan of someone talking shit about my mother when she was the one who was there. Your son wasn't. In fact, another guy stepped in and did what he didn't do."

"They're not married either are they?" she asked smugly.

"Actually they got married when I was a kid. Even had another kid. Look Olivia I don't know what you have against me or my mom and I don't really care. Let's just stay out of each other's way and this will be way less painful for both of us. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to take a shower after that long plane ride."

Not giving her a chance to respond, Puck turned away and went into his bathroom hoping it was enough to make her leave. Sure enough, by the time he finished his shower she was gone. He sighed in relief and closed the door as he looked through his suitcase for something comfortable to wear until dinner.

As he looked, Puck's thoughts were so consumed with how much he disliked Olivia and how he hoped he wouldn't be around her often that he didn't hear his door open.

When he finally heard humming, Puck turned around so quickly that his towel dropped and he came face to face with a shorter brunette. "What the hell?"

Her jaw dropped in shock. "Oh my God I am so sorry your majesty." Realizing his nakedness, she quickly looked away. "I did not realize you had arrived and I was leaving extra blankets for you. Please forgive me your majesty, I did not mean any harm."

Puck quickly picked up a pair of pants and slipped them on. "It's fine, don't worry about it. And please don't call me that."

"Well 'your majesty' is how we address members of the royal family," she replied still turned away.

"You can turn around," he told her. As she turned to look at him, her eyes quickly darted away. Puck chuckled. "What now?"

"I should wait until you are decent, your majesty."

"Well this is as decent as I'm going to get at the moment and really, you don't need to call me that. Maybe that's what you call my father and the wicked grandmother but I go by Puck."

She looked at him, confused. "Puck? The king said that we were expecting Noah."

He rolled his eyes before holding out his hand. "Noah Puckerman. Apparently, prince of this place. You are?"

"Rachel Berry," she hesitantly shook it. "I am one of the chambermaids for the palace."

Now that he got a good look at her, Puck was surprised by her beauty. He never thought chambermaids could look like the woman standing in front of him but he was wrong. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Again I apologize for disturbing you. I should let you finish getting dressed."

"Really it's fine," he sighed but she was already out the door. He groaned to himself as he laid across the bed. What good was being a prince if gorgeous women like Rachel were afraid to talk to him? Maybe he'd have an opportunity to talk to her more after dinner. That is, if he could convince her that it was okay to talk to him.

Let me know your thoughts! Bye for now :)