Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or the premise of this show. Obviously, this is fan fiction.

Chapter 1

Annie

Annie was relieved when everyone everyone left their apartment that night. She had been nervously avoiding Jeff ever since they all came to their senses during the Glee performance. Fortunately for her, she was pretty sure Jeff was avoiding her as well. She'd noticed, when he came over with the group to cheer up Abed, that his gaze kept sliding quickly past her to someone else—anyone else—in the vicinity. It was as if he was afraid that if he allowed himself to look at her for any extended amount of time, she would take the opportunity to give him another baby-talk lap dance.

She had actually done that. She put on a skimpy Santa dress and she sang and danced for Jeff. Even just admitting it to herself in the privacy of her own thoughts made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. How could she have been so thoroughly brainwashed by the Glee Club? How could she behave that way? She was ON HIS LAP.

Annie put a firm stop to that train of thought before it could get out of hand. She pushed that day's humiliation to the back of her mind, she would unpack those thoughts later. Instead, she focused on cleaning up the few snacks and empty glasses left over in the living room.

There wasn't much to clean up as the hang out had been pretty brief, but she knew she wouldn't be able to relax knowing there was a mess right outside her bedroom. After the bags of chips and pretzels were resealed and tucked away in a cupboard and the glasses were washed and drying on the counter, Annie wrung her hands dry with a dish towel and retreated to her room. At her door, she paused and listened to the cacophonous sounds of Abed and Troy in the Dreamatorium. There was adventure music playing loudly and she could faintly hear her friends voices calling out to each other and mimicking laser sounds "Pew Pew!"

The fact that Abed had an adventure music playlist comprising of all the best soundtracks from his favorite movies (Die Hard, Indiana Jones, everything Quentin Tarrantino, James Bond, ect.) should not be a surprise but really it did still baffle Annie how those two could completely let go and play make-believe like children in there. The few times Annie had tried to join them, she knew they had been less than impressed with her performance. Try as she might to let loose, she could never really let go of her inhibitions. She was always too embarrassed. That was her problem in a lot of aspects of her life, she knew. She needed to stop being so uptight. She needed to stop worrying about the rules, implications, or the points. At least, she knew Jeff thought so.

That's basically what he'd been telling her for the past two and a half years, all starting with when he'd said she needed to loosen up during the debate Freshman year. She had graciously taken his advice—at least she thought she'd taken it. Certainly, on a few occasions over the years, she had thrown caution to the wind and allowed herself to just react rather than think first. Most of those times had been with Jeff. This afternoon was definitely one of those…occasions.

As the memory of her performance once again popped into the forefront of her mind, Annie quickly hid in her bedroom, as if afraid to think about it in the open—even though, she knew Troy and Abed would be busy for hours. Still, it seemed much safer to deal with the emotional fallout in the relative safety and privacy of her room. She locked the door too, for good measure.

Annie slipped off her ballet flats and returned them to the shoe compartment hanger in her closet. She stripped off the holiday sweater and tights and tossed them into her hamper. Left in a light tank top and her skirt, she flopped listlessly onto her bed.

Ok. She could think it now: she'd basically given Jeff a lap dance today. She cringed as she remembered the dumb song she'd sang. She spoke baby talk to him, for God sakes! Was that supposed to be a turn on?

She turned her head into her pillow and let out an embarrassed groan."UGHHHHHH!" Angling her face upwards so she didn't actually suffocate herself, Annie spotted her open backpack propped up against her bed. Leaning over slightly she could reach down and pull out the red velvet dress of shame that she'd worn earlier. Holding it in her hands, she practically shuddered. "I'm skanky and I'm tacky." After a pause she added under her breath, "And I'm a klepto now too."

She couldn't explain to herself why exactly she'd done what she did. This whole Glee thing was like an out of body experience for them all. They all acted like they were possessed. If she had just been her normal self, she would have never had the guts to do what she did…would she? Still, she'd quite returned to her senses at the end of the show when she inexplicably stole the costume from the dressing room.

And Jeff. Jeff wasn't under any Glee Club voodoo influence in the beginning of her performance when his eyes had nearly popped out of his head at the sight of her.

Annie tossed the dress to the end of the bed and laid back down closing her eyes. She could remember his expression almost exactly, when she'd reappeared in front of him wearing much less clothing than before…he didn't look displeased. He was surprised and confused but definitely not unhappy with the developments…maybe…Annie would even venture to say he looked…interested.

Well, okay. Jeff hadn't exactly made it a secret that he found Annie attractive. But he also had never out right admitted that he was attracted to her. He'd danced around it on a few occasions, sure, but he had gone pretty far out of his way to avoid admitting it blatantly.

And yet, as Annie scrubbed through the memories of this afternoon, she had to admit that Jeff seemed pretty engrossed in her little display.

After all, from all the times he claimed that anything between them would be creepy or inappropriate (he has more than once referred to himself as a father figure for her), you would think that he would have made her stop or walked out. Instead, he sat in a chair and watched on making only a few feeble attempts to bring her back to herself.

Annie smiled nervously. The idea that Jeff enjoyed her performance instantly caused a fine dusting of anxious excitement from her chest out to her every limb. It put the entire escapade in a different light. If Jeff was unaffected or, even worse, felt sorry for her, then she naturally regretted the whole thing. She felt ashamed of her clumsy attempt at sexiness.

But.

If, on the other hand, Jeff enjoyed the show…then she felt…thrilled. It was thrilling that she could affect Jeff that way. Jeff, who was cool and confident at all times. Jeff, who was an infamous womanizer. Jeff, who condescendingly kept her at arms length by patting her on the head. And the more she scrutinized her memories, the more she grew certain that Jeff was affected by her.

This theory became harder to refute when she finally allowed herself to think the one thing she'd not allowed herself to think so far. She knew he was affected, because when she sat on his lap, she could feel his erection.

A hot flush instantly broke out over her skin and Annie allowed herself to recall the hardness she'd felt pressed against her thigh that afternoon.

The moment she shifted forward and accidentally made contact with it, she'd heard Jeff inhale sharply. Her heart had fluttered, her stomach flipped, and she distinctly felt a liquid heat pooling in her panties. He'd pulled back the rolling chair abruptly and she stumbled onto all fours, on the ground before him. It all happened so quickly she almost thought she'd imagined what she felt. She'd recovered quickly and improvised a bit of a floor routine to finish off the song and when she was done, Jeff admonished her.

Well, actually what he said was, "Look, it eventually hit a point of diminishing returns on the sexiness." Which essentially means that he had found it sexy at first until she'd smothered him with weird baby talk.

Annie let that realization play out in her head. Jeff found her sexy. Jeff had been turned on by her. Turned on enough that he had to conceal a boner. Annie's breathing picked up and all of those feelings came rushing back to her. She sat up to reach under her tank top, unhooking and slipping off the bra that suddenly felt too restrictive.

When she was on her back again, her fingers danced lightly across the hardened peaks of her nipples over her thin camisole as she let herself imagine what would've happened if she'd eased up on the Santa baby routine and had just stuck to regular seduction.

Would Jeff let her back on his lap? Would he have kissed her?

Her left hand now tweaking her nipples, she let her right hand drift down to her inner thigh. Like she'd done many nights before, she slipped down her into panties to caress her slick folds, hoping to ease the tension that was building up there.

While not technically a virgin, Annie was new to exploring her sexuality. In high school she wasn't remotely sexual. She'd only ever kissed her high school boyfriend, and very chastely too. He had been the one who abruptly suggested they skip several important bases and have sex.

It had been an awkward first time. It was too dark to see anything. He'd barely touched her either. All she felt were his hands gingerly pinning her down and then she felt it. She felt him inside her, she felt him tearing her hymen. It had been a quick sharp pain followed by an aching soreness as he settled into a slow rhythm. Just when she thought she might feel some slight pleasure, he pulled out of her completely and left in tears. She didn't even know if he came. Suffice to say, he was not thinking about pleasuring her. It wasn't until months later, when he came out as gay, that she gathered he'd probably had to imagine she was someone else just to even get hard.

When she first joined the study group it was easy to fall back on her safe Troy crush. She didn't allow herself to dip back into the scary, deep waters of sexuality again. She reverted to middle school day-dreaming and PG fantasies of holding hands and romantic picnics.

It wasn't, of course, until she kissed Jeff during the debate that she'd concluded that she might want—might need—something more substantial. She had an admiration for Jeff. She looked up to him. But now, she was starting to feel a desire for him.

But she knew it was unrequited since he was still chasing after Britta. So she moved on with Vaughn. He told her they could go slowly. Little by little, she'd allowed herself to tap into that current of desire that she hadn't known was buried in her. They'd had heated make out sessions. She'd even gone as far as blowing him one night, shortly before he transferred. She'd been so afraid of doing a bad job and felt so awkward the entire time. She didn't feel sexy at all that night, though Vaughn had sweetly assured her she was great.

The one highlight of her sexual awakening had been the few times she'd let Vaughn finger her. It was two times actually.

She hadn't been worried about underperforming or doing something wrong. She'd just relaxed into their kissing and let herself feel what he was doing to her. She felt the tingling new sensations as he rubbed her clit and then as he slid one finger slowly into her. And as he began pumping that finger in and out, she felt a deeper need. She'd wanted more. She'd wanted it faster and harder and deeper and she wanted it bigger. But gentle Vaughn had never taken it further than that. She was left wet and needier than ever.

The second time, Vaughn actually did bring her to orgasm through his persistent ministrations on her clit. It was wonderful, she shrieked a little in surprise and shook in his arms for a couple of minutes until the pleasure faded. But afterwards she still felt that need in her core.

Since then, she'd tried to get herself off with very little success. Acquainted, as she now was with her womanly needs, she'd spent many frustrated nights fruitlessly rubbing herself alone in her bed. And yes, she'd been thinking of Jeff, those times (a few times with Vaughn too, if she was honest). Sometimes she was able to produce a clitoral orgasm but she was never able to sate the need for—she was embarrassed to admit—penetration.

Now, she followed the familiar routine, imagining what Jeff would have done if he'd been between her legs instead of Vaughn. What he would have done if he'd given into his desires that afternoon.

The idea struck her suddenly—could Jeff be doing the same thing she was doing right now?

He had to have been frustrated after that afternoon, he certainly didn't leave that room satisfied. He'd left hurriedly, promising that he would join the Glee Club. And then they had been practicing as a group, and then they had that disaster of a performance, and then everyone had met up at their apartment almost right after. He'd been kind of jittery the whole time and he was the first person to call it a night, leaving almost 45 minutes before anyone else. Annie had chalked it all up to the awkwardness of being in each other's presence but what if he was in a rush to go home so he could relieve the tension just like she was doing right now?

Annie's fingers worked faster against her clit as she imagined Jeff rushing home to his apartment so he could masturbate to memories of her this afternoon. What if he was doing it right now? She tried to imagine it, but having never seen anything like that, her imagination fell short. She slipped one finger inside of herself, pretending it was Jeff's. But her finger was so thin and short, it didn't have the same effect as when Vaughn had fingered her.

Annie worked and worked on herself but she was getting nowhere. She was wetter and hornier than ever, but nowhere near an orgasm.

Grabbing her phone from her bedside table, she flipped through group photos of all her friends until she found some of Jeff by himself. She'd taken them last year when she directed that anti-drug play. The excuse to get a photo of Jeff all alone was that she wanted to document all of the costumes. In the first photo his face was partially obscured by the dark sunglasses he wore but fortunately she'd cajoled him into taking a few pictures without the glasses, to 'show off all of his looks'.

Annie focused on the picture of him (ignoring the cat ears), imagining him at home with his dick hard and in his hand, thinking of her. It wasn't enough.

Without thinking it through, she clicked on his contact and called him.

She was calling him. Now.

What was she THINKING? She couldn't call him now. What on earth would she say?

She was just about to hang up when he picked up.

"Hello."

She froze. Her right hand was still buried in her panties and Jeff's voice was now in her ear.

"Annie?" Oh, right. She would be expected to talk.

"H-Hi. Jeff." She replied haltingly, painfully aware that she sounded oddly out-of-breath.

"Hi. Er. What's up?"

"Nothing. I-I just wanted to ask you about—did you by any chance see my binder?"

"Your binder?"

"Ugh. Ya-huh. My binder, it's um pink. And I can't find it anywhere."

Jeff sighed. "No, Annie. I have not seen your binder." Something about hearing Jeff's voice had brought her back to a state of arousal. She forgot about the fear of him catching on to her feelings or her under-skirt activities. She just focused on his rich baritone voice as he made casual conversation. It brought her back to the last time they were alone, when she'd been between his legs and he insinuated that he found her sexy. Annie's fingers began to move again, of their own accord, between her legs. This could work, if only she could keep him talking. She slipped off her panties and kicked them away.

"A-Are you sure? Did you check your books? Maybe mine got mixed in by accident?" Her voice had pitched higher towards the end as a jolt of pleasure shot through her.

"I'm sure I didn't accidentally walk out of school today holding a pink binder, Annie. Is this another purple pen thing? Cause you know that was all the monkey's fault."

"Ugh." Annie grunted softly, "No-no. Just please check. Just look for it around your apartment, please?" Jeff sighed again, now in obvious annoyance. "And tell me where you're looking as you go." Annie added.

"Okay I'm glancing around my the living room. Nope, no binder." Annie breathed out slowly, drawing circles around her clit.

"K-Kitchen." She prompted.

She could hear movement from his end of the phone, "Okaaaay Annie. I am walking into the kitchen and looking around. No, no binder. Think it might be in the fridge? Let's check." She heard a fridge open, "Nope, not in here." The fridge closed again. "Do you think I should check my bathroom now? Think I could've somehow walked it into the bathroom without knowing? Maybe I took a shower with it?" He drawled sarcastically.

"Ughhhh." Annie wasn't so much listening to what he was saying as she was just reveling in the sound of his voice. Imagining he was laying beside her, touching her.

"Annie?" Jeff's agitated voice snapped her out of her fantasies.

"Ugh w-what? Did you find it?"

"No, I did't find your binder." He said attempting to force patience he didn't feel into his voice. "What is this really about?"

"What do you mean? It's about my binder." Annie responded thinly.

"No, it's not. Because I didn't take your binder and you know I didn't take your binder. In fact, I saw your binder on your kitchen table when I was at your apartment like two hours ago."

"Oh…um I didn't c-check the kitchen." She said scattered, trying to hold it together and listen to him.

"Annie…is this about what happened earlier today?"

"Oh." Annie replied, her hands slowing.

"Annie, it's not a big deal. We…" He paused for a moment, "We should just forget all about it."

Annie felt a little deflated at hearing this. Then angry that he was going to pretend like it was nothing to him. She had felt him hard against her thigh today and he was just going to gloss over it just like he glossed over the 'Annie of it all' last year.

"You want me to forget about the fact that you had a hard-on this afternoon?" She boldly accused him.

Jeff fell silent, then signed. Annie thought she could hear him sit back down. "Annie—" Jeff started but Annie cut him off, "If you're about to talk down to me and say I didn't feel what I felt, let me remind you, I was not wearing tights those were thigh highs and I could feel your hard-on very clearly pressed against my bare skin."

Jeff let out a shuddering sigh, "Yes, I know those were thigh highs. Trust me, I noticed. Look, I—fine. Okay, fine. I had a hard-on today. It's not a big deal. You're a beautiful girl and you were wearing that—outfit—and you were dancing and you were in my LAP, Annie!" He blurted out the last bit. Annie's arousal spiked as he admitted this to her, her fingers picked up their furious pace against her clit. Jeff continued, "I mean, Jesus. I'm a man, not a superhero."

Annie felt emboldened and she wanted to draw out more confessions from him, "Did you…" She paused with a gasp, "…did you jerk off after?"

"WHAT?"

"Did you jerk off after?" She repeated.

"Annie, you know I didn't. I went to Glee practice with you."

"No, I mean after that. When you went home tonight. When you were alone." She failed at stifling a soft moan. "Were you still thinking about it? Did you jerk off thinking about it." She could hear his breathing get deeper.

"Annie, what are you—"

"Just answer the question." She whimpered.

"Why do you sound like that?" His asked suspiciously. She answered with a soft moan, and then softly said, "I asked first."

"Okay. Yeah."

"Yeah, what?"

"Yeah, I came home and I thought about what happened and I jerked off."

Annie's need was almost painful now. She could feel the sheets were soaked beneath her, she was covered in a layer of sweat. She inserted her finger again, chasing something just out of her reach. She groaned.

"Annie? What are you doing?" There was an edge of desperation in his voice. But she couldn't answer him, she was in another world.

"Annie, are you—God, are you touching yourself?" He whispered the question incredulously, as if he couldn't believe he was even asking it.

"Mhmmmmm." Annie confirmed.

"Fuck." Jeff exclaimed. His breathing was definitely deeper and faster now. He groaned. She heard some shifting on his end. "Fuuuuuuuck." He said again, slower.

"Are you touching yourself, too?" She asked in a breathless voice.

"Fuck, yeah. I am now, Annie. Fuck." She moaned louder now.

"Tell me what you're doing."

"I-I've got my cock in my hand." He started shakily. "Uh huh." She egged him on.

"And I'm jerking myself off." He groaned. "What are you doing?" He added quickly.

"I'm pumping a finger in—in my pussy." She stumbled for a moment over the dirty language, things she had never said out loud, but pushed on, fueled by her arousal. "And my other hand is pinching my nipple through my shirt."

Jeff answered with another groan, "What are you wearing?"

"My skirt from before, and a tank top. No bra, no panties."

"Ughhhhhhh Annie."

"Are you thinking about my little show earlier? Are you thinking about me in the Santa dress? Or me in your lap?"

"No. I'm thinking about you right now. Fingering yourself and playing with your nipples. Fuck, Annie this is too much. I'm not gonna last long."

"Jeeeeeeeeeeeeff." She moaned out his name.

"Please, Annie." Jeff's voice was strained. "Please, I want you to cum first. Cum for me, Annie. Ugh. I can't hold it much longer."

"I want to cum, Jeff. I need it so bad but I don't know how. I'm trying."

"Put another finger in, baby." Annie experimentally pushed her middle finger in next to her pointer finger. Adjusting to the sensation, she grunted. It was definitely better but still not enough.

"It's good but it's not enough…I need it deeper, my fingers don't reach." Annie said almost hysterically. After all this, she still wasn't going to be able to get herself off.

"Annie?"

"Mmhmm," she replied distractedly.

"I'm coming over." Jeff said in clipped voice. Startled, Annie stilled her movements.

"W-What? Troy and Abed are home."

"I'll sneak in, I have your emergency key. I'll be there in five minutes, don't slow down for me, okay?"

"O-Okay." Annie replied, unsure how Jeff planned to make the 15 minute drive in 5 minutes.

He hung up. Annie sat up unsurely. Had she gone too far? What would happen when Jeff got here? Would he even make it here or would a sudden attack of conscience make him change his mind? She crossed her room and unlocked her door. Resuming her position on the bed, she did the only thing she could think to do, she followed his instructions and kept fingering herself.