Jeff didn't see Annie as a child anymore, and Annie had never seen Jeff as her "Greendale Father" like Britta said. Neither one knew what had changed between them, but something was different- a new kind of energy.

On that Thursday afternoon in study group, the two sat exchanging glances across the table, always looking away before it became awkward. A few members of the group noticed, but they left it unsaid in the nice spring breeze that flowed in through the door.

When class was over, Jeff walked to his car, smiling in spite of himself.

Annie smiled, too.

Jeff didn't like holding hands. He tried to avoid it if at all possible. It was too public, too exposed, too cliché.

He was walking beside Annie on the way to study group. They talked about their Spanish homework and how much they wanted to graduate. They both fell silent as Annie's hand gently brushed against Jeff's. Both were going to ignore it when Annie changed her mind. She began talking again and reached for Jeff's fingers, quietly locking them with hers.

If it were anyone but Annie, Jeff would have let go. But he kept her hand in his.

Annie felt good on Jeff's lips. And Annie felt perfect on Jeff's hips.

She was sitting on the edge of the study group table, arms and legs around Jeff, who was standing. It was late, probably seven or eight. The sun was setting outside, but the two who had stayed after everyone didn't even notice.

Annie's lips moved on Jeff, tasting him. His mouth trailed down her neck as the door opened. Abed walked to where he'd left his bag, not acknowledging the shocked couple.

Abed grinned as he left the room, happy that his OTP had finally gotten together.