A/N: Hey! Thanks so much for the reviews. They actually mean the world to me. It took a while for my mind to shit out this chapter, but I had fun with it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Also, I realize my chapters are really short. I'm sorry. But at least that makes me update faster! *yaayy!*

"Hey, Annie. Rich."

"Hey, Jeff!" Rich and Annie sat cross-legged on a huge picnic blanket on the quad. There were two baskets filled with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and little containers with fruits were spread across the blanket. It reminded Jeff of when Annie dated Vaughn; quiet picnics on the quad, romantic music (though Rich didn't play it on his guitar while half-naked; he had some class). At least, he thought, Rich wasn't a shirtless neo-hippie who brainwashed Annie with all his world-peace-y spiritual shticks. Still, Rich made Annie happy; happier than she ever was when with Jeff. While staring, he couldn't help but notice Annie's expression. She seemed to be lost in Rich's eyes, perhaps not even listening to what he was saying. Then Jeff realized that he wasn't listening, either.

"Jeff? Hey buddy, are you okay?"

Jeff quickly broke his gaze. He smacked a friendly smile on his face for Rich. "Yeah, great. Just stopping by, thought I'd say 'hi'."

"Annie told me that you're auditioning for the school musical. I didn't know you were into acting!"

"Oh, yeah," Jeff replied confidently. He stared at Rich for a moment, for once in a long time not sure what to do with his mouth. What the hell was happening to him? Maybe it was old age getting the best of him, or Annie, who was watching him like an excited seven-year-old in a classroom — and he was the teacher. Jeff swallowed and tried his hardest to ignore her presence, and his mental dam finally burst:

"I've always been a theatre kid. I just love the feeling of pure ecstasy when you first step onstage and smell the velvet curtains, see the glowing spotlight…it's just wonderful. Most of all, I love acting. It's always been my one true talent. It makes me feel like life is really worth it, you know?"

Stop it, Jeff. You're pushing it.

"I played Captain Hook in my freshman year of high school," Jeff continued. He really had; that part wasn't a lie. But it wasn't a great experience. His fondest of high school memories certainly didn't entail him dressing up in tights and a fake moustache.

"Since then, I knew I wanted to be an actor. Too bad the best I could do was lawyer." Jeff laughed. So did Rich. They discussed plays for a few minutes; Jeff smiled and nodded and pretended like he knew all of the plays Rich mentioned. They had a few more hearty laughs, and then Rich began packing up. He took Annie by the hand gracefully and stood up in front of Jeff.

"You're a really cool guy, Jeffrey Winger."

Annie looked down, perhaps trying to conceal the disappointed look she was sure to give him.

"You are too, Rich." They shook hands and the couple walked away, leaving Jeff standing alone in the middle of the quad.

Wow, he thought. I didn't have to lie that much.

He brushed the thought away, however, and instead decided to take pride in what he'd just done. Rich didn't need to know the real reason Jeff wanted to be in the musical. Though it bothered him a little that he wasn't sure why Rich wasn't trying out as well. For some reason, it made him uneasy.

The little tense feeling in his gut was replaced by a jolt in his heart when he heard Abed's voice come from behind him.

"I think Rich doesn't want to be in the musical because he's afraid he'll show you up again and he doesn't want things to be bad between the two of you anymore."

Shit, Abed! You don't just sneak up on people like that.

"Well that's sweet, Abed," said Jeff, and beginning to get very irritated, he walked away.

Abed followed. "You're doing this because of Annie, aren't you? And you know that if you could woo Annie with your acting skills–"

"I have no acting skills."

"I dunno, Jeff. You've got the silver tongue. You can convince anyone of anything just by talking. I think you could be a great actor. Anyway, Annie said that she was really excited that you decided to audition."

Jeff stopped walking. He turned around and looked at Abed sternly. Abed stared back at him studiously. "Of course she's excited. She's excited that she's sucked everybody into doing something she wants to do, because that's how Annie is. If you're implying anything else… I don't want to hear it."

Jeff stormed off. His footsteps seemed to make the ground shake. Abed cocked his head to one side and watched Jeff in intrigue. He wondered if anything else he could say would make Jeff feel better, and shook his head, because he knew that he wasn't an expert on interaction, therefore his skills in solace were probably just as, if not more, feeble. Many times, Abed wished desperately that he could just fix things; rather that being a third-party observer, he could be the one to provide emotional assistance. He had always admired Britta for her ability to do that, even while many people took that for granted. But for the moment, Abed was just Abed: The Spectator. Nothing more, nothing less.

The school bell rung. Abed raised his arm to check his watch. Time for class.

It was 1 o'clock in the morning and Britta had spent three and a half hours of the night scrolling through her Dashboard. She had been seeing the same kind of pictures all night: cats, cats dressed up in funny costumes, cats that look like Hitler, et cetera. Her back was aching from leaning forward to look at her desktop screen, and as her eyes got dewy, she wondered if it was time to go to sleep.

One more picture, she thought weakly.

After several more pictures, she sat back in her chair and yawned. Maybe it was time to sleep. She stretched her arms and moved her mouse to close the browser window, but…

Suddenly, she saw Annie smiling in her mind, and then Troy and the sign-up sheet. Then she remembered the audition date. Thursday, February 3rd. That was a day and a half from now. She wasn't prepared at all.

Britta typed Grease in her search engine. She read through the synopses of the movie and the musical and tried to recall the film she'd watched over fifteen years ago. After almost endlessly researching the roles and listening to all of the music, she realized that she was very fond of Betty Rizzo. She was brave, confident, beautiful… and could probably seduce any man she wanted. And apparently, she got pregnant with some greaser named Kenickie.

What if, she thought wildly, Jeff and I played Kenickie and Rizzo?

She chuckled at the thought. That could be pretty awkward, considering how no one knew what her and Jeff have been doing for the past few months. It was clear, however, to both of them that it was purely sexual, and there were no mentions of relationships or feelings throughout the course of their little endeavours. So what would be the harm in them playing opposite each other?

And then she thought of Troy. It was he who had really convinced her to go through with this in the first place. Britta felt much more at ease at the thought of acting with Troy. He was a great friend and he truly had a sensitive side that she could connect with, something that she had only seen in Jeff whenever he made his famous speeches, but even that was just a bunch of fake schmaltz.

In the middle of listening to "Those Magic Changes", Britta left her desk and closed all of her bedroom windows. She really did need sleep; her mind was flying all over the place, thinking back and forth from Troy to Jeff to the musical. She decided that it was easier to simply not think at all, so she crawled into her double bed and stared at the blank ceiling. It took a few minutes for all the thoughts to leave, but her head was finally clear. Little stars started forming before her eyes while the room was becoming seemingly darker. She became relaxed to the point where she couldn't feel her body anymore; like she was weightless, and there was air below her where her bed was supposed to be.

All of a sudden, the tiny stars started to fade, and she saw no more of them. Just a wall. A blue wall, just like in the study room. She felt something crawling up her arm and shuddered, but she couldn't move away no matter how hard she tried. As the thing that was touching her reached her shoulder, she recognized that is was a hand. Britta turned her head to side and saw four fingers and a thumb with creamy, dark skin. The hand moved down to her waist and caressed it, its touch sending warmth up and down the rest of her body. Looking down, she realized she was wearing nothing but her undergarments.

She breathed in heavily as the warm sensation reached her face, and she could feel her cheeks burning. "Troy" was all she could utter.

Troy stepped in front of Britta, held her hips, and was now looking her straight in the eyes. Britta's hand reached for his face, touched it softly and stroked his cheek. Troy looked longingly at her neck, and then her lips. His eyes changed a bit, though. They looked guilty, as though he really shouldn't have been doing this. But he couldn't wait for much longer. He gradually succumbed to his primal urges and leaned into Britta. His lips felt her neck gently, and then they opened and began kissing. At the nape, his tongue slid out, causing Britta to tilt her head back. She gasped, but Troy grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards himself, now kissing her lips slowly. They stumbled over to the table and began to hear "Those Magic Changes" play over the intercom. Britta's hand slid onto the table, and soon Troy followed. Her other hand slipped under Troy's shirt and Troy, who was leaning over her, pulled it off, and Britta could see his dewy, bare chest right in front of her. She breathed out heavily and pulled him in until the tip of her nose touched his abdomen, reached for his belt and began to undo it. It slipped off very easily, to her surprise. The zipper, however, wasn't so kind to her. She tugged at it for minutes, but it wouldn't give.

"Having some troubles?" Jeff's voice inquired from above her.

Britta looked up and gasped. Sure enough, Jeff Winger's face was staring back at her. She shrieked and quickly let go of his pants, and soon her head was spinning as if she had been holding her breath for a long time.

All she could seem to say was, "Why are you here?" She said it over and over again until she was no longer looking at Jeff, but at a large fluorescent light bulb on the study room ceiling.

Britta started crying. Very hard.

Then she woke up.