This is a series based on a Milady/Milord fic prompt from eleventhimpala – who previously inspired my fic "Five Friends Who Kept Jeff and Annie's Secret" This time the request was for a bunch of fairy tale themed parodies, so I am making five of them in this series.

They won't all be exact, dead on parodies of fairy tale stories and movies, since that would be impossible in some cases. But they will all star Annie, have a lot of Annie/Jeff stuff and be set in the real world – making this my shot at doing Community-style spoofs. The first one is here below.

Cinderella

It was nothing new that Annie was stressing out at the library, trying desperately to finish a report. Doing it at night, while everyone else was at the first annual Greendale non-holiday costume ball, was a somewhat new twist. As such, it was even more normal than usual that Dean Pelton came skipping into the library, dressed in a flowing blue gown and a redheaded wig while wearing glass slippers – or at least an imitation of them.

"Oh my, I needed a breather after seeing all those John Travoltas! Even the Eddie Murphys and Tyler Perrys looked like Martin Lawrences compared to that! But of course, they all looked like imitation Nathan Lanes compared to-" On that note, Annie finally got her head out of her history book, if only to bite the Dean's wig off – nearly literally.

"Dean, I swear to God I'll make you a girl for real if you don't let me work!" she screamed, before realizing what she had done. "Oh God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't expel me! At least let me finish my paper first, just let me go out on one high note!"

"Oh, um….okay, well, why is this paper such a high note for you, anyway?" the Dean asked, if only so Annie's mental breakdown would look more stressed out and not so….castration-ey.

"It's not the paper itself!" a still emotional Annie admitted. "I can do this 10 page paper for Professor Ganz in my sleep...when I'm on schedule! But I spent so much time working on costumes with Troy and Abed, I forgot to write ahead! I swear those two are my accidentally evil step-brothers sometimes!" she theorized.

"Well, if anyone would know how to get accidental evil super powers, it'd be them," Dean Pelton offered. "For me, my favorite evil power-"

"Dean, I don't even have time to pretend your crazy thoughts are normal! That's how dire this is!" Annie proclaimed as the Dean gasped. "I'm only on page six right now, and by the time I get to page nine, the ball will be over! I wanted to get done and go so bad, and now with this paper and all those ball thoughts distracting me, I might not do either!"

Before the Dean could choose his best line for ball thoughts, Annie put her head down and continued fearing the worst. "Now I'm only going to get an A- at best….or even a B+! Then my grades won't be perfect, and then the best jobs will reject me when I graduate, and then I'll waste away in some Dildopolis subsidiary!"

"And then you won't make Greendale famous for spawning the third female President. You might not even give us federal funds for my costume budget in 25 years! But think of how stylish Gaga will look as a grandma!" With that, the Dean got more bug and wide eyed than even Annie, yelling, "We've got to get you to that ball NOW!"

Now that Annie was slightly calmer and saw how crazy the Dean looked, she was getting sensible again – at least sensible enough to ask, "Where did you get that from? Doesn't that prove I need to work more, not go to the ball?"

"You said it yourself, you can't work as long as you're distracted by not going! We get you there, you have fun, then you finish working and you fix the damage President Streep will do to us, just as God intended!" Dean Pelton proclaimed. "I'll even make Ganz give you an extension that won't show up on your permanent record! Then the Streep campaign will have to find some other way to smear you, but good luck with that!"

Annie was starting to believe this might be a good idea – which should have told her how unbalanced she was. Yet she had enough sense to ask, "Wait, I still need a costume, and the three finalists Troy and Abed chose are back home! Maybe if I-"

"NO TIME! Blippity blabbity zoom, I bequeath my gown to you, now come on!" the Dean screeched, having already taken his wig off and having started to unzip his blue dress. Soon he was left in his boxers, as Annie willed herself to just look at the dress on the floor. "Oh, I see you eying my imitation glass slippers…" Dean Pelton wrongly assumed. "Fine, take them too! But I need them back by 10:45 p.m. or I can't get my deposit back in time! It might make me too worried to make a good extension case!"

"Fine, fine, whatever you want, it's a deal!" Annie agreed as she took the dress and slippers from the Dean. "Wait, you need one more thing!" Dean Pelton then went into his pocket and pulled out a blue sleeping mask with eyeholes cut out. "One of us should use this…..and since I'm sacrificing my big closing act as Super Dean for you…."

"All right, I'll take that too!" Annie conceded. "Now please get me that extension and give me some privacy! I can't afford to wonder if it's okay to undress in front of you!" Annie packed up her research material, took the ensemble and gave the Dean as good of a one-armed hug as she could before running. "Well, someone's earned a cabinet post to old Justin Bieber's house," the Dean proudly said as he went off, oblivious to his relative lack of attire.

Annie had more than enough attire as she left the bathroom and headed to the ball. She was fully dressed in Dean Pelton's dress, redheaded wig, glass slippers, and mask she only wore to make the Dean talk to Ganz faster. Yet she tried to put work thoughts out of her head, and was 40 percent successful – manly thanks to how hard it was to walk in the slippers – by the time she reached the cafeteria/ball room.

She got to 55 percent when she noticed Britta's frog costume, then to 75 when she saw Troy and Abed in action as Apollo Creed and Predator. Before Annie considered letting them off the hook after all, her thoughts completely vanished once Jeff came into view.

Trusting her entire academic future to the Dean's power of persuasion was utterly worth it. It had to be, since she was now seeing Jeff in an honest to God's costume. He was an honest to Gods prince, with a white coat top and blue tassles – and his visible discomfort wasn't as extreme as Annie would have guessed. But before she could make herself talk again and ask about this, Jeff approached her first.

"So, what enchanted kingdom did you escape from tonight?" Oh God, Jeff was giving her a cheesy pickup line….which Annie would probably have to respond to at some point. But when she did, it came out in a raspy voice not that far off from her Christian Bale impression. "Oh it's not far from here, really…." Annie rasped out before realizing what she was doing,

"Well, my way here was probably longer, but I'm glad I wasted all that horse power now. Now maybe my horses will stop nagging about that carrot shortage for one night." Annie laughed a deep laugh to stay in character, then remembered she wasn't planning to play a character.

But she was in disguise, Jeff didn't recognize her and was actually picking her up! And it would be too embarrassing now to tell him the truth….or explain that she was in the Dean's ensemble.

Maybe she could play the part for just one minute before revealing herself and scaring him away for another semester….or two. Of course that was probably her mixed up, chaotic brain talking and making her forget her morals.

"From the sound of your voice, it sounds like your kingdom's near a pollution district or something," Jeff countered anyway. With that, Annie put aside moral dilemmas and focused on an in-character answer.

"Well, um….we're working on tougher environmental laws now. But the darned evil troll lobby just won't get out of the unicorn lobby's way!" she almost coughed out. Yet she was proud of her satirical answer, as months of living with Troy and Abed had honed her improv skills.

"Yeah, they get real crabby in an election year. At least the crabs sing with mermaids to entertain us after work," Jeff responded. Annie was oh so tempted to quip about mermaids and bike chains, but that would surely give her away. So she settled for, "I think unicorns are better singers myself. But just for full disclosure, my mom the Queen has unicorn blood in her."

Annie chuckled as best she could in her voice – both from her mom sharing anything with a unicorn and from Jeff laughing with her. And every time she kept vowing to herself to come clean after that, either she or Jeff came up with new banter. They were having the usual back and forth that they had at their best, only now it was while acting and it was at a ball. What's more, even the rest of the group didn't come near them to pop Jeff's bubble – or Annie's.

They were left to themselves as Annie dug herself in deeper – even when most everyone else left at the end. But there was still time for one last dance – and Jeff even asked Annie to take part. Although she didn't know what time it was, what all this meant for her and Jeff and whether the Dean actually saved her grade, Annie wanted to fit in one dance before she headed into Jeff and 4.0 GPA exile.

As Annie reveled in how regular Jeff wouldn't do this, she blurted out "You know, I wasn't sure you were the kind of prince that….danced like this." Annie flushed, although her facial expressions were hidden pretty well by her mask. Yet Jeff answered, "Well, that's pretty true…..most of the time and with most people. But with you….you're the exception to a lot of things that I just can't ignore anymore."

Annie gasped in a cross between her rasp and her usual fluttery coo. This actually made her cough for a second, yet when Jeff put his hand under her chin afterwards, she couldn't make any noises anymore. Not when she wanted to close her mouth and use her lips without making a sound…..at least during kisses….

Annie looked back again at how she wasn't able to go to this ball, and now thanks to the Dean and his costume and glass slippers, she….wait….. "Oh God, what time is it?" she coughed out. Jeff looked at his very out of place modern day watch and announced, "Almost quarter to 11….that's perfect."

"No it isn't!" Annie yelled, remembering she had to get those slippers back to Dean Pelton right now. Once that fear reopened, it triggered all the other ones about her paper and grades….and new ones about what she had done to deceive Jeff. "I, I, I've got to go…." Annie stated, feeling the urge to just run away.

"Wait! I don't know your name, how will I find you?" Jeff asked. That's right, they never actually said their names, not even fake ones! But maybe that would work for the best….leaving aside how Jeff would wonder who his mystery princess was, search all over for her and rub it all in Annie's face without knowing it…..

If Annie had to suffer through that, she would at least have perfect grades to comfort her. To do that, she had to leave, give back the slippers and costume, make sure she had her extension, work and sleep at the library, turn her paper in and then cry her eyes out. That would work as long as she didn't look back at Jeff. "I, I said I have to go…." Annie said in her quietest and weakest raspy voice.

With that, she turned around and started to run – as best she could in those slippers. But after her left one slipped off, Annie ran ten uneasy steps before she realized what happened. She then turned and ran in unbalanced fashion towards the lost slipper, hoping to get it back before Jeff caught up. However, he already had it by the time she finished her eighth step back.

Then if that wasn't enough, she thought she heard him say, "Annie, stop!"

When it registered that she did hear that, Annie froze and backed up in shock that Jeff recognized her. For however long, she didn't know – and had lost the mental capacity to figure out. Yet going backwards on one so-called glass slipper did jostle her enough to stop walking. At that point, Jeff went over with the other slipper and slipped it back on her left foot.

Okay, first Annie would ask questions and then she would melt to the ground. "You….you know who I am?" Annie eventually finished in her normal voice.

"Annie, even though I can barely see your eyes, do you really think I wouldn't recognize them? Or recognize your Christian Bale voice? Or that you're the only one who could have fit the Dean's dress? Trust me, you're not on Troy or Abed's acting level quite yet," Jeff joked, although that both helped and hurt Annie's efforts to figure this out.

"You knew the whole time….and you still let me play a character? And wooed her? What the hell?" Annie asked, now feeling a little upset that Jeff let her keep lying.

"Well, I, um…." Jeff stammered, so Annie knew this couldn't be good. She steadied herself for disappointment again, until he got out, "I figured the longer I played your game, it might….say what I wanted to say to you without getting sappy."

"That….barely helps me out here, Jeff," Annie stayed steady enough to say.

"Fine, so I wanted to use this costume ball as a way to….confess some things! So I actually bought a costume and practiced confessing to mirrors all week! So I got ticked when you had to write your paper instead! So I got excited when I saw you anyway – but not that kind of excited…..not entirely….." Jeff tried to shake that off before going on.

"So I wanted to use this prince routine to help me confess stuff, okay? Then I got caught up in your disguised princess routine and talking to you, like I always do! Then I made Troy and Abed keep the group from bothering us, since they owed you big! Then I kept going with this game and….put off confessing to you as me….and now that plan's run its course."

"Jeff…." was all Annie could say as herself. Then she remembered she should be herself for this, so she took off her wig and mask. Jeff's growing smile at that made Annie more emboldened to ask, "So about these confessions…."

"Right, those. Well…..the one where I said you're the exception I can't ignore anymore is pretty good. I think me wanting to ignore the evil troll lobby should work too," Jeff hoped, then paused and groaned, "All right, all right, I got this…..I want our two kingdoms to join together. Not in the arranged married way, I mean! Just the….being together way."

That convinced Annie just enough to make her catch her breath and feel like a real princess.

"You mean….the costume, the banter….letting me act like someone else because I was too embarrassed…..all those other really out of character things….were to tell me that?" Jeff just nodded, clearly too embarrassed himself to say any more – yet he looked less mindful of it as Annie kept smiling. "Oh God….maybe I owe Troy and Abed and Professor Ganz big after all! Better late than….."

But with that, the harsher reality of tonight returned to Annie's mind. "Crap! I still have the….f-wording paper and these slippers! I have to go fix that right now!"

"Annie, I just humiliated myself for a good cause for once. You can embarrass yourself by being out of character as well," Jeff said to make Annie stay. Yet even after all this, Annie wasn't deterred.

"Jeff! I know my grade obsession isn't your favorite thing about me, but now you really have to learn to live with it! Just, just let me return the Dean's stuff, get my extension, finish my paper tonight, edit it with my extra time tomorrow….and then in two days top we'll work out the rest of….us. Okay? I want to get the guy and my A at the same time!"

"Well….if anyone deserves to have it all more…." Jeff conceded, giving in yet again to Annie – but for the first time in their new era. And now that this was a new era, Annie could reward him with a big, all too brief kiss on the lips and a hug.

"There….now I have it all," Annie declared after breaking from Jeff. With that, Jeff just froze there as Annie skipped out – then finally took the slippers off when she couldn't skip in them.

She knew after this exhausting night and what she did with Jeff, it should be harder to concentrate on her paper than it was a few hours ago. But it was harder back then due in part to not going to the ball.

Yet now that Annie had gone and had a real life fairy tale ball, she would focus a lot better. At least in between no more than two-three post midnight, love fueled, sleep deprived daydreams.