Okay we have to talk about episode 7x11. I had high expectations for this episode, and I can honestly say it didn't disappoint. Though I will admit they took it in a direction I wasn't expecting. There were so many Darvey scenes, which I enjoyed thoroughly. The only negative thing I can say about it is it felt fast. Like they were trying to cram in too much in one episode. Maybe this is the new speed of Darvey though, and we won't have to wait so long to see relationship growth.

Anyway I'm so happy you guys are loving this fanfic. Just so you know it should have 10+ chapters. Each chapter tends to focus on one character. Last chapter it was Harvey, and this chapter it's more Donna. I go back and forth between the two a lot. Also I thought it be fun to name each chapter after an episode title, so i'm going to be doing that for now on.

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Donna was sitting on her bed with a tub of Chunky Monkey watching the Real Housewives of New York (her guilty pleasure). Enjoying her alone time. Eating a tub of Chunky Monkey, and sulking, which she'd been doing a lot of lately. Although unlike most days today she had woken up in a good mood. She arrived at work with a smile on her face. She walked into work with a smile on her face, which she hadn't done in god knows how long. Sadly her smile was short lived.

[Earlier, at work]

Donna arrive at work at the same time she did everyday. This time with a little pep in her step. As soon as she entered the building she made her way into the elevator. Which is when to saw him. After that the smile that was on her face when she arrived at work ceased to exist. Seeing him wasn't what turned her mood sour. It was seeing what he was wearing. Ever since she had become COO she had tried to stop doing her "Donna Thing" on him. It was no longer her job to know what was going on in the mind of Harvey Specter 24/7. Usually she did a good job of not overstepping her boundaries with him. Although after all these years reading him had almost become effortless. Sometime things just slipped through. Today something slipped through. Today she had noticed that Harvey wasn't wearing his everyday work suit. The suit he was wearing today was much different. It was his date suit.

This wasn't your typical suit. It wasn't like he was wearing a tuxedo to work, or anything that screamed date wear. All he was wearing was a simple suit. It was very dark grey suit, it fit him perfectly, and he wore a blue tie with it. Always. You'd suspect that those two colors wouldn't mesh well together, but he made it work. You also wouldn't think that Harvey would be caught dead in a colored tie, but on date night he exclusively wore this blue tie. Donna adored him in that suit. It was by far her favorite. Harvey rarely wore his suits more then once, however she seen him wear this suit several time's over the many years she'd known him. He didn't wear it to all his date's only the important ones, which means today he was having an important date.

Everytime Harvey wore this suit. Donna would miraculously feel sick. Today was no different. Like always the suit came with a wave of nausea for her. This time though she almost lost her balance. She had to clutch onto the bar in the elevator just to stand upright. Whereas all the previous time's Harvey wore the suit. Donna had pretended to have no idea where/or why she had suddenly become time was different. This time she knew. She knew that the nausea had come from her knowing that after work today Harvey was going on an "important" date with Paula. The thought of him going on an average date with Paula made her sick enough, but now that she knew that this one was extra special. She wasn't sure how she was going to be able to focus on anything for the rest of the day. Why do you care so much, she thought. She wished she didn't care. She knew she shouldn't care so much, but if you only knew how much she really did care.

She spent the rest of the day thinking about Harvey. Something she hadn't done in a while. After the kiss she hadn't had to spend hour analysing Harveys feelings. He had made his feelings towards her crystal clear. The kiss was spectacular. He knew it. She knew it. It made her realize that he really did love her. That he wanted everything with her. However, the kiss made something else crystal clear. She knew now that he was never going to risk it. She'd always thought that before he was scared to make a move. This time though she'd made the move. A big one, and still he cowered away. Making her realize once and for all that they'd never be together.

Knowing that gave Donna a peace of mind. She had spent years wondering if there time would come. Now she finally knew it wouldn't. For the last few months Donna had been stopped obsessing over Harvey. She still cared. A lot. Now though she spent less time thinking about him, and more time thinking about her. Everything changed when she saw him in that "important" suit, his date suit though. It was like a switch went off in her brain. Reverting her back into her old ways. Now all she could think about was his date. Is he going to tell her he loves her? Is he going to ask her to move in? Is he going to ask her to marry him? Every possible reason why this date could be "important" flew through Donna's head. In the past she would've just confronted Harvey about it, but this wasn't something she could confront him on. What if he really is going to propose, she thought to herself in horror. That was the scenario she was most afraid of.

She couldn't help it. After she got that thought into her head the fear overcame her. Before today the thought of Harvey marrying Paula never crossed her mind. The thought of him marrying anyone never really crossed her mind. He was afraid of commitment. Since his brief stint in therapy though he was a completely different person. A person who wasn't at all afraid of commitment. A person who jumped into commitment. The old Harvey would've never married Paula. Especially after only a few months of dating, but Donna wasn't about this new Harvey. She didn't know him as well. Was Harvey even the marrying kind? She wondered. Would I even be invited to his wedding? Would he ask me to be apart of the wedding? Once the elevot finally reached there floor Donna rushed out of it. Quickly making her way to her desk. Once at her desk she googled as many quizzes as she could find on: "How to know if your soulmate is getting engaged to someone else", "How to know if your friends getting engaged", How to know if your friends already secretly engaged". Every quiz that related even the slightest to her suspicious she took. Better safe than sorry, she thought to herself.

After seeing the suit she had gone full blown psycho. She was relieved to see that Harvey wasn't working in his office today. She wasn't sure what she'd do if she saw him. She envisioned seeing him today and came up with two scenarios in her head. The first scenario consisted of her, mounting him, and convincing him they belonged together, and refusing to take no for an answer (her personal favorite). The second scenario was, getting a screwdriver, strutting into his office, and poking holes in every single one of his basketballs while watched. Neither of these scenarios were very "Donna", but she was feeling erratice today. Can you blame her? A sneaking suspicion told her that the love of her life was getting engaged today.

Once Donna completed every online quiz there was the involved engagements and/or marriage. She spent the rest of the day trying to avoid everyone. Harvey was at the top of her list. Second on the list was Mike, followed by Rachel, lastly Louis. She knew if she ran into any one of them they'd pick up on her sour mood, and them try to compel her to talk about her feeling. That was the last thing she wanted to do right now. Her feeling were crystal clear right now, just like Harvey's. Her plan was clear: Avoid everyone. It would've gone on without a hitch. Had it not for her taking a coffee break at 1:00. Rookie Mistake. On her coffee break she ran into number three on the list, Rachel.

Rachel hadn't been in the break room right as Donna entered. It was as Donna was about to exit the room after making herself the perfect cup of coffee. That she saw Rachel strutting down the hallway towards the break room. Over the years that Donna and Rachel had been friends, Rachel had managed to pick up on some of her "Doneness". Donna knew that if Rachel took one glance at her she'd be able to tell that something was off. Rachel being Rachel would want to talk about it. Talking about it being the last thing Donna wanted to do right now. She wanted to go home, and drown herself in a bottle of red wine. She considered making a run for it, and pretend like she didn't even see right. She knew that that would most likely be unsuccessful, and open her up for a different line of questions. All she could do was stand there. Put her best smile on. Act like everything was okay. Something she'd gotten pretty good at recently.

[Present Time]

Donna sighed remembering the conversation she had had with Rachel earlier that day. She had put on her best smile, and acted like everything was alright. To her surprise Rachel had believed it, and left the break room with a smile on her face. Donna was relieved to have avoided the awkward conversation that would've arised had Rachel picked up on her mood. For the rest of the day she was overly cautious not to have any run ins with anyone. By staying extremely busy she knew no one would bother her, so that's what she did. For the rest of the day she stayed cooped up in her office. Successfully managing to avoid everyone. Until now of course.

Now somebody was knocking on her door. Loudly. At a constant rate. Without any sign of slowing down. Of course as soon as I sit down with a tub of Chunky Monkey someone has to bother me, she thought to herself. She had already had one lengthy conversation with Rachel earlier today. One about flowers, bridesmaid dresses, cake tasting, and other things that she no longer seemed to care about. At least not passionately as she had before. Now wedding talks dragged on. She still wanted to be as helpful as possible, but when it came to the wedding she had lost a bit of her spirit. Truth be told when it came to everything she had lost some of her spirit. She was no longer the extrovert everyone knew, and loved. Now she preferred staying at home, and keeping to herself. Although that seemed like it was out of the question now.

She had ignored the knocking originally. Hoping that if she refused to answer they would just go away. That had gone on for about 30 seconds. Until a voice yelled, "I can hear your tv Donna". She decided that pretending she wasn't home was no longer an option. Turning her volume up to full capacity, so she could barely hear the knocking, seemed like the only alternative. Although that also only lasted 30 seconds. With her volume turned up she may have not been able to hear the knocking, but she could feel the vibration of it run through her apartment. The persistence of the knocking only confirmed to Donna who it was knocking. Rachel, Mike, hell even Louis would've stopped knocking after a minute maximum. There was only one person who'd dare knock on her door for over a minute. Harvey.

Angrily she walked towards the door. Knowing that the only way to stop the knocking was to answer the door. He won. Like he always did. Still, Donna wasn't going to let him off easy. Stomping her feet louder than normal she made her way to the door. She looked trhough her peephole. To confirm that it was, in fact, him on the other side of the door. Not that she had any doubts. While looking through the peephole there eye's locked. Goosebumps arose on Donna's arm. She couldn't recall the last time she had just looked into his eyes. Ever since "the kiss" she had been afraid to. Fearing it brings back old memories. For good reason because now she felt like she is going to explode. Fireworks were going off in her stomach. Whereas before she hadn't wanted to open the door. Now she wanted to rip the door off the hinges just so that she could be closer to him. She looked at him, and he looks at her with deep meaning. Until suddenly he looked away. Shaking his head as if he had just seen or felt something he wasn't supposed to, weird.

Taking a few seconds to regain her composure. Donna slowly backed away from the peephole. As she stared through her peephole all her anger just seemed to fade away. Now she was trying to regain it. Having to remind herself that she was mad. She may not feel mad anymore, but she was mad. Remember Donna, he's at your door, unannounced, at 11:00 pm. That's not okay. Tell him that's not okay. She repeated that in her head a few times just to emphasize the point. She would not let him walk all over her. She was no longer his secretary. He had a girlfriend. It was no longer appropriate for him to show up at her door. Just because he needed someone to talk to. As she reached for the door handle she began thinking up a speech. The speech that she was going to give him. She had already told him before that he wasn't allowed to do this. Come to her apartment unexpectedly in the middle of the night. Yet here he was. At her apartment unannounced in the middle of the night again. Slowly she opened the door. Making sure that a disapproving look was present on her face. Just to stress her point that it wasn't okay for him to be here. As soon as she saw his face her disapproving look melted though.

"What do you need Harvey"? She asked. In a voice that was the perfect mix of disapproval and helpfulness. Making sure not to stare directly in his eyes. Out of fear that if she stared into them she'd fall apart.

"I need your help", he pleaded. Immediately she could tell by the seriousness in his voice that whatever it was he needed her help with was important to him. She gave him as simple nod to signify to go on, and tell her what he needed her help with. She already knew she was going to help him. She knew the second she had opened the door. No matter how big or how small she'd help him. Why? You know why.

"I need your help writing my best man speech".