"So," Jeff pauses, "What do you think?!"

Troy and Abed hastily look at each other, having a looks conversation that Jeff is too tired to follow. When Abed suddenly holds up a pointer finger and drags Troy to another room.

"Oh crap, this can't be good," Jeff sighs slouching back into the chair at their dining room table. He pulls out his phone and does the only thing he knows will kill the time: play bejeweled.

It's been 5 minutes, and he stopped playing bejeweled 4 minutes ago, when Troy turns the corner and pulls a chair right next to Jeff.

"You're serious about this, right?" Troy puts his hand on Jeff's arm.

"Well," Jeff almost immediately shot back, "Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?"

"That was a trick question," Abed turns the corner softly clapping his hands, "We know you're serious. We've – well I – have been tracking your spending."

"You never cease to amaze me, Abed," Jeff wholeheartedly admits, "Wait…how did…but I…you know what, I'm not even mad…So…yes?"

"Yes," Abed states pulling Jeff up into a hug.

"I'm so happy," Troy sobbed, "I think I'm gonna cry."

"Me too buddy," Jeff says as he pulls Troy into the hug as well, "Me too." Holding them for longer than he cares to admit, Jeff completely forgets he has to start preparing for the big day.

"Now," Abed said relinquishing the hug, "You better go. We have some preparing to do of our own."

Jeff scrambles his things together and rushes out the door, looking for a name in his phone he thought he'd never call: Craig Pelton, "Thanks guys! You won't regret saying yes to this! I promise!"

"Hey Abed," Troy started closing the door behind Jeff, "You know this means we have to-"

"Document this? Of course we do!" Abed finishes as they both look at each other and nod.

"Troy and Abed: Covert filming! Shh!"

ΔΔΔ

Jeff pulls into his parking spot, and turns off his car, "Thank you, Craig. You don't know how much this means to me. If there's any way I can repay you-"

"There is one way," the Dean hums across the speakers of his phone.

"Nope, still not doing that," Jeff sternly says, "Sorry, Craig." Shaking his head, he rests his head against his left arm on the steering wheel.

"Well it was worth a shot," the Dean sighs, "I hope this is all worth it." Jeff hangs up the phone and sticks it back in his pocket.

"Yeah," Jeff pulls out a small velvet box out of his pocket and starts to fiddle with it in his hand, "Me too."

Stuffing the box back in his jacket, Jeff gets out of the car, grabs his small suitcase from the trunk and begins the all-too familiar walk back up to his building. Waiting for the elevator, he starts to wonder how he got here. Mostly, he's wondering how she hasn't gotten sick of him yet. But he shakes off the thought as he steps onto the elevator. "Really," he shouts to himself, "Why is this song everywhere? Its borderline insane!" without much fight, Jeff begins humming daybreak along the ride up to his floor.

Stepping out onto the plush carpet of the 2nd floor, he rests his hand on the small box and smiles and walks a little more briskly towards his door, hoping Annie is asleep so he can hide the ring before tomorrow. He's just about to fish out his keys when the door opens and Annie is beaming at him like a ray of sunshine.

"Jeff!" she squeals and throws her arms around his waist, "You're home! Abed texted me and told me that you dropped off some souvenirs from Chicago! I hope I got something too!"

"Now, why would you assume I'd get you something," he smirks and kisses her forehead. He picks up his suitcase and walks right past her.

"You mean to tell me, Annie Edison, that you, Jeff Winger," her voice sounds a little hurt but she watches him set his suitcase on the table and open it up, "Didn't get your girlfriend of TWO WHOLE YEARS a gift from Chicago, but," Jeff tries to speak but she holds up her hand, so he goes back to unpacking, "You got Troy and Abed gifts?!"

He's turned around now with his hands behind his back. "Well that's not true," he replies calmly, "I also got Britta and Shirley gifts!"

She knows he's just messing with her but it still stings, so she starts to make her beeline to the bathroom when he puts his arms around her and picks her up and sets her on the couch. "You can't pout in the bathroom for the next half hour," he looks into her eyes as he sits down next to her, "Besides I got you this cool teddy bear!" Whisking it from behind the couch and planting it in her lap, he hopes this was good enough to delay until tomorrow, "What do you think? Is he worthy to join the Edison collection?"

"I don't know," she wiggles the bear's arms, "it depends…"

"Just know, nothing was as expensive as that bear," he quickly retorts with a cheeky grin

"Jeff! What did I tell you?!" she whisper-yells, clutching the bear to her chest, "No excessive spending!"

"It wasn't excessive! It was expressive!" he pauses to make sure he doesn't say anything he'll regret, "Expressing how much I missed you over the past week!"

"You know you don't need to bring me back something every time you go away," her voice shrinks a little bit, but her lips can't help but curve upward as she curls into the bear.

"Alright… Fine… I'll keep that in mind next time," he kisses her cheek as she rests her head on his shoulder.

"Hey," Jeff rubs her shoulder, "Baby we have to postpone our plans tomorrow."

"What?" Annie asks, looking up at him from his shoulder, "Why?"

"Pelton wants to go over the teaching methods we learned…so he can better judge how we're performing or something," Jeff responds, instantly feeling bad.

"But tomorrow is our first day in forever that we've both been free!" Annie complains, softly kicking the coffee table

"I know! But I'll try and make it quick, OK?" Jeff sighs, "I'm sure you can find something to do until I get back!"

"Yeah… OK…I guess…" Annie snuggles into his side, "Britta has been promising some girl's time… "

"Perfect! See! It'll be fun!" Jeff smiles into her hair, "Then tomorrow night can be all about us!"

"Don't lie to me, Winger. I expect an actual dinner date…" Annie sits up and looks him in the eye, "Somewhere fancy… We're not going to L Street again."

"You got it," he grins, "I got the perfect place!"

"I'm gonna get ready for bed, ok? Don't stay up too late." Annie gets up, and heads to the bedroom

"Be in soon, milady," Jeff smiles and looks at the ceiling, "Hopefully Britta doesn't screw this up…"

Jeff gets up from the couch, walking to his coat to make sure the ring is safe. "Or Troy," he whispers.