A/N: So I'm not really sure when this takes place (possible after S2E06 'Epidemiology') because Annie and Rich never really dated, but I like the idea, since it would probably make Jeff pretty jealous. Anyway, I'm not really used to writing fanficton, so here's my first real swing at it. Enjoy!


Jeff stumbled into the North wing of Greendale Community College. He looked to both his sides – twisting his head only slightly, as too much would rouse a sharp pain in his neck – and when he saw no familiar faces (aside from his elderly nemesis, Leonard, who lounged in his usual spot), he continued down the brightly lit hallway towards the library. He suffered from a tiny headache from the intensity of the fluorescent lights above. Disgruntled, he stuffed his hand down his bag, shuffled through the mess for a bit, and a tiny hallelujah chorus sprung into his head as he felt a cold, plastic pair of sunglasses crushed under a pile of English notes. He flipped them open and placed them on his nose carefully, as though any sudden movement would cause him to collapse.

"Good morning, Greendale!" Dean Pelton's cheery voice echoed through the hallways just as Jeff's headache had finally subsided. The feedback from the intercom microphone screeched, and he winced before trudging along the seemingly endless hallway. His headache was back.

So much for sunglasses, he thought.

Jeff lost his focus for a moment, and jumped as he realized he was seconds away from running into the library window.

"Jeff!" Six excited voices exclaimed in perfect unison. He flinched before opened his mouth to speak.

"Hey… guys!" His mock-cheery voice was less than sufficient.

Annie looked at him and frowned. "Have… you been drinking?"

As Jeff found his chair, he breathed in heavily to regain balance. "What? No. Of course not."

A few "Mmhm"s and moans of disbelief broke around the table.

Britta, Shirley and Troy looked at him with slight disappointment, while Annie and Abed studied him intently. Pierce didn't seem to care.

Jeff felt Annie stare at him, and for a moment their eyes met before he looked away, embarrassed. He had suddenly remembered why he had gotten so drunk the night before.

Rich.

From the moment they met, Jeff was not on good terms with Dr. Rich Stephenson. It was bad enough that he showed up Jeff in Beginner Pottery class, leading to the whole "Ghost" incident and leaving Jeff humiliated, but now he was dating Annie. He doesn't deserve her, he kept saying to himself, and although denying at the surface his feelings for Annie, couldn't bear to see her 'belong' to someone else and hoped for nothing more than to see Rich get slapped in the face. Preferably by Jeff himself.

Still a bit disoriented, Jeff could have sworn that he had heard Annie say, "Is this about Rich?"

"What? No! Of course not."

The whole table stared at him in confusion. There was a very awkward pause.

"Anyway," Annie said, drastically changing her tone. "I have some news for you guys!"

"Is 'Annie's Boobs' back?" Troy exclaimed. "I miss the little guy."

"No, it's even better than that."

Troy looked up quizzically, as if wondering what could be better than a pet monkey named after Annie's boobs.

"The Drama Club is putting on a production of Grease! They've been short on actors since the paintball war, and they're opening auditions next week!"

The room was silent. Abed snapped his fingers and pointed at Jeff. "You could be John Travolta."

Annie grinned and nodded excitedly. Jeff imagined himself wearing a leather jacket and riding Greased Lightning, smiled faintly for a moment, then shook his head in disgust.

"Whoa, wait. A musical? You want me to be in a musical?"

Shirley finally spoke up. "I think she wants all of us to be in a musical."

So did Pierce. "What? A musical? Oh, I've been in one of those in my day. The Wizard of Oz in my second year of high school. I was the Tin Man. I tried to make passes at Dorothy during rehearsals, but she trained the dog to bite my penis every time I did. Worst three months of my life."

"The Drama kids always scared me in high school," Troy reminisced. "They dressed like French people and called me Seaweed."

Abed smiled vaguely.

"I'll do it!" said Britta, unexpectedly.

Jeff glared at her as if to say, "Stop it, you're provoking them!"

"This may come as a surprise to you, but I've always been a fan of the theatre. And I've been taking Modern Dance for a year and a half."

"I'm in," said Abed. "I might get to wear a leather jacket. Plus, this could end up being very interesting for our group. It could change our whole dynamic. We could be – " he paused and lifted his opened hands dramatically – "Actors!"

Jeff pulled off his aviators. "No, Abed. Don't get sucked into this."

Shirley giggled. "I've never been in a musical before! If you guys are doing it, then so am I."

"Ah, what the hell." Troy grinned. "Grease was awesome." He and Abed exchanged their special handshake.

Jeff groaned.

"Count me in," said Pierce. "As long as there aren't any dogs."

Annie grinned from ear to ear. She turned to Jeff, who was rubbing his eyes. He looked up at her for a few seconds and watched as her smile faded a bit; eyes fluttered, and Jeff immediately recognized the signs of the "Disney Face". No, he wouldn't give in. He stared into her dewy eyes, and almost imperceptibly (though Annie saw it) he shook his head.

Annie gave up and her expression once again became disheartened. "Fine. I guess I could get Rich to audition. He loves musicals."

Of course he does, Jeff thought, amused.

Wait, what? Rich?

"I'll do it!" The words spewed out of his mouth almost immediately. "Yeah, sure Annie," he said, trying to sound a bit more cool. In the spur of the moment, he regained his ability to sound sincere. "Why not. It'll be fun!"

Annie's mouth opened slowly as if she was about to shriek with joy. The gang cheered and laughed. Jeff grinned and watched his friends in the cheery uproar he had created.

"What have I gotten myself into?" he mumbled.


Troy was walking down a dimly lit hallway when he "accidentally" stumbled upon the drama room entrance. It had flyers plastered along its walls and windows, many indicating the school's lack of interest in the dramatic arts with mostly blank spaces on all the audition sign-up sheets. However, one sheet hung on an empty bulletin board. One space on this new sheet had a familiar name written on it in large, bubbly letters and a heart following it: Annie Edison.

Troy sighed. He scanned around him thoroughly, made sure he wasn't in anybody's sight, and did a double take when he saw the Greendale Human Being standing completely still at the opposite end of the hallway. He won't say anything, thought Troy. He grabbed the pen that was suspended by a thread taped to the wall and wrote his name in the tiniest letters he could possibly produce. He dropped the pen and strutted down the hall once again, only to run into a blonde head that was just exiting the drama room.

"Troy! It's nice to see that you've finally put your name down." Britta grinned. She looked like she had accomplished something by seeing Troy sign up for the musical.

He grew embarrassed when he realized what he was really doing. "I don't see your name on the list," he retorted.

"Well I was just about to, I mean, I was just in the drama room looking for…"

Troy smiled. "You're scared."

"What? Me? No," said Britta. She tried to smile back casually, but her lips trembled while trying to hide her discomfort. All the blood from her body seemed to rush to her cheeks at once.

"I get it. I'm a little nervous about this, too. But we're doing this together. At least it's not just you."

Yeah, Britta thought. Jeff's going to be in it. How weird is that gonna be?

"I mean, yeah, it's gonna be a little weird," said Troy. He stopped, as he wasn't so sure why he was saying this. Why was he trying to comfort Britta? He wasn't prepared to be in a musical at all. This was a far cry from the person he was in high school. "Let's just try this. And if it all goes to crap, we'll have a laugh about it later."

Britta stared into Troy's eyes. He was really being genuine. She wondered why she had never seen this side of him before. His words eased her nerves a bit, but when she realized that she was staring, she looked away and her face burned again.

She regained composure after a few seconds. "I'm signing up for this thing," Britta breathed. She walked over to the bulletin board and signed: Britta Perry. She turned to her friend and smiled. He smiled back.

That wasn't so hard, now was it?