Spoilers: None that I can think of!
A/N: So I was perusing Texts From Last Night (because I do that sometimes) and came across "304: I love you more than champagne and correct grammar." and decided to run with it. Also, this is both short and pretty cheesy, bear with me as I'm still getting the hang of this whole writing fic business. Please note that this is actually a oneshot but it says 1/? because I'm trying to do a series of one-shots based on random things like TFLN and whatnot ;- Disclaimer: I don't own Community whatsoever, which I think is pretty obvious, since I can barely write the characters. Don't hate me, Dan Harmon, please!

Jeff had just leaned back against the couch, exhaling a deep breath, when his phone vibrated. He took another deep breath before reaching over to pick it up, wondering who was texting him now. The entire study group plus Andre had gone out to dinner as a pre-New Year's Eve celebration. He had begged off, giving the appropriate excuses and promising that he would be at Pierce's for the New Year's Eve party by 10PM, 11PM at the latest. Troy and Abed, the latter eyeing him placidly, assured him they would live tweet the group's dinner and keep him updated via text. He unlocked his phone without looking, before straightening to read it.

From Annie Edison: I love you more than champagne and correct grammar.

The unexpected text message startled a laugh out of Jeff. He somehow doubted that Annie was totally sober. Annie's 21st birthday, just a few weeks prior, had been a classy affair at a hotel bar with all of them dressed up and drinking wine and cocktails. The birthday girl had had a great time and developed a taste for wine, all in all a successful night. Clearly, the study group had decided to pre-drink during dinner. Jeff paused for a moment, considering the obvious romantic subtext in the message, but smiled again. Annie wasn't all that shy about admitting she cared about people, though her admission that she loved him more than correct grammar probably was significant. It was more than likely, so much so that he'd put money on it, that Annie had told the entire group that she loved each and every one of them and didn't want him to feel left out. He couldn't help but think smugly to himself that she probably didn't love anyone else more than correct grammar.

He took his time composing a response text, still smiling to himself. Jeff really should have figured Annie for a drunk texter, correct spelling and proper punctuation included. He finished typing out his message and lingered on the send button, wondering if he should bother. He would be seeing Annie in about an hour but this was both amusing and heartwarming, in a way that only things related to Greendale could be. Besides, as much as he loved his study group, he was almost completely certain that none of them was sober and if Annie had wandered away to text in peace, well, he wanted to be sure she was safe.

From Jeff Winger: It's the Winger guarantee, babe : ) You okay?

Shaking his head bemusedly, Jeff forced himself off the couch. His previous melancholy had faded, shelved in the face of Annie's surprise text. He had been contemplating the passing of another year and he had known he needed some time alone before he met up with the study group. A drunk and morose Jeff wasn't meant for company. In the face of his renewed vigour, he was suddenly glad that he had woken up late that morning with the perfect bedhead. It saved him a couple of minutes (okay, maybe a couple of hours) of prep time. He angled himself in the mirror as soon as he entered the bathroom, assessing whether he needed to shave or not but his 5 o'clock shadow was just dark enough to look attractive-dangerous, not yet venturing into the handsome hobo territory of 2009. He was about to start brushing his teeth when his phone buzzed again.

From Annie Edison: I'm good, Jeff : ) We had better see you in an hour, mister!

Jeff started brushing his teeth and then proceeded to floss. Oral hygiene was important, especially on New Year's Eve. Jeff never quite knew how his mouth would end up occupied at the stroke of midnight but New Year's Eve, of all nights, usually meant his tonsils would be welcoming a visitor or two, so… And, yeah, maybe he already had an idea (more of an unspoken hope, really) of who his minty fresh breath would be benefiting but it was the polite thing to do on New Year's Eve regardless. He entered his room and got dressed, donning a shirt and jacket, contemplating a tie before deciding that was a shade too formal. Jeff stood in front of the full length mirror, checking himself over, before his phone caught his eye again. It had been about fifteen minutes since Annie's last text and he knew that she probably didn't expect a response but he felt she deserved one.

From Jeff Winger: You will, and Annie… Love you too.