HI! So, this is new to me. I'm not too sure where this is going or how it will turn out. I do know it is Darren Criss/ OFC.

I hope you like this…Please review?

Harley3

Uptown Girl

"Good morning, Ana!"

"Nick. Did you receive the last shipment of oysters?"

"Yeah, the tags are in the binder where they belong."

I must have missed them. I never thought taking over the restaurant from my parents was going to be such hard work. At 24 years old, I was entirely too young to take on this responsibility. My father was sick and my mother wanted to take care of him full time. It was only logical that I took over the business when I graduated culinary school. The day after I came home with my degree I hand, I was in the restaurant running dinner service.

I was just grateful business wasn't failing. In fact, it was expanding. Regular customers complimented new items on the menu. They raved about updates on classics. I was also incredibly grateful that I had a great staff. My new sous chef was working out to be a real treasure.

I guess I should explain who I am. My name is Anastasia Petrovsky. My parents came to America while my mother was still pregnant. I have never even seen "Mother Russia". Maybe one day. For now it was New York City for me. This small little thing on 42nd Street was almost a dream. My father was a small time cook in Russia. My mother wanted to be an actress. At least she was close to the most amazing theatre district in the world, in my father's opinion. I don't think he would have wanted to open on any other street but this one. My mother was his world.

But I guess I should get moving on with why I am telling you my life's story. I think it's only fair that I explain why I'm sitting here on a computer pouring my heart out to people who don't even know me. It's fair that I explain to you why I'm telling you these things.

Reason number one- I was told it would be therapeutic. I have a lot to get off my chest to help me move on. It seems like millions of things have happened to me in the past six months.

Reason number two- please refer to the aforementioned reason.

I am going to start this story from the beginning. I had attempted to do this earlier, but I seem to have been gotten side tracked. I promise I will actively try to not side track myself. But I really needed to explain who I am and why I am writing this.

So, my sous chef, Nick, walked into the restaurant about an hour early one day in June. This was typical for him. He would come in, get to work, and not punch a time card until he was expected in. Yes, I would constantly tell him he had to clock in if he was going to come in and work, but he wouldn't. I not so secretly made sure he was paid extra for the time he showed up early.

There goes my side tracking again.

So! Nick comes in early. I'm seated in the dining room, pouring over the shipments from the previous few days and waiting for the daily delivery to get there. I got a jump start on orders for the next week. I also started working on the specials for the next week. I asked Nick on his opinion on what he thought I should put on the menu. After he helped me pick through the endless list my father had left in an old notebook, he went to the kitchen to start chopping various ingredients.

"Nick, I'm throwing my music on for a bit. Let me know when the driver gets here?"

"Sure thing, boss."

Generally, I feel bad about playing some of my more "embarrassing" (my staff and friends words, not mine) music. But, Nick told me he didn't care about having to listen to covers by Glee in the restaurant when it was just the two of us. So that's what I did.

It was in the middle of "Last Friday Night" that it happened.

I was in the middle of changing out the black napkins to red ones (dancing like an idiot and singing along to Darren Criss I might add), that I noticed someone standing inside the dining room with me. I stopped dead in my tracks and grabbed the closest utensil to me…a spoon.

This is going to help…my conscious was scared as well.

It took me a moment to realize that this man was a bit older than me. He was also bald and impeccably dressed for a slightly middle aged man. He smiled at me and raised his hands up to show he meant no harm.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir. We don't open for another 4 hours for service."

"I'm sorry. I hadn't realized. I just heard the song as I walked past the door. You're an amazing dancer. And I couldn't help but notice that you have an amazing voice."

"Thank you. But you really must leave."

I really should yell for Nick…

The man took a few steps toward me and held out his hand. I slowly took a step back and towards the kitchen door to my left.

"My name is Ryan Murphy. I'd love to bring you in to audition for Glee."

So here's chapter one! It's small…introductory…and has a slight cliffhanger. Oh, and it has that small shock!

Don't worry…Darren will be meeting Anastasia very soon.