AN: This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while now and after having so much fun writing my last AU, I decided to go for it. This story is going to be multi-chapter (about 7-8) and I'll do my best to update it as regularly as I can.

This story idea was actually indirectly sparked by May ( darveyscactus) who I was talking to about walking to my class wearing a white top and how it was pouring rain and I was lucky to have had an umbrella, and she said "You should write that" and bam, here we are. And as always, she was a kick ass beta on this, bless her soul.

I'm very excited about this piece, the type of excited I've only ever felt about one other story so I'm really excited to finally share it with you all and would love your feedback (seriously comments fuel me so if you want faster updates, inspire me)!

And with that, let's dive into Boston 2014

Top of the Class

Chapter 1: Elle Woods Has Nothing on Me

September 21, 2014

Harvard, Boston MA

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Textbooks? Check. Fully charged laptop? Check. New designer handbag, a given. She smiles at herself in the mirror before puckering her reddened lips and tossing an auburn curl over her shoulder with a satisfied shrug. Tossing her bag over her shoulder, she gives herself a once over before grabbing her keys and travel mug off the counter and walking out the front door of her new apartment.

She'd opted for a clean, simple look for her first day. A gray pencil skirt and a white blouse, complete with nude pumps and her hair swept back and pinned near the top of her head, leaving only her strawberry bangs to cover her face.

Locking the door to her apartment, she made her way towards the elevator, not wanting to tackle six flights of stairs in her heels. The place was smaller than it appeared in the pictures she'd seen online, but it had a small-town charm to it and compared to the place her family rented in upstate New York, her little student brownstone in Boston was rather homey. She'd officially become a Boston resident just two weeks prior in preparation for her first day at Harvard law, a first day that was set to begin in less than an hour.

She'd always prided herself on two things; being punctual and being fashionable, both different but of equal importance to her. She'd never been late for a class a day in her life and today, on perhaps the most important day of her law school career, she had no intention of breaking her streak.

She'd considered herself a people person for almost as long as she could remember and she knew that first impressions lasted, so she set out to set a perfect first impression on her first day. As a kid, her father always bragged about how his daughter had an extraordinary gift and could read people like no one he'd ever seen, and as she grew up, she learned to hone her skill and discovered she would likely make an excellent lawyer. Not only did she have an aptitude for reading the opposition, but she was quick, bright and she never backed down from a fight, all skills that got her into Harvard law, where she was predicted to rank near the top of the class.

It wasn't uncommon to have people ask her to repeat what she was studying once she told them and over the summer one of her favourite past times was watching the confused look form on people's faces when she told them she was posed to be the top of her class at Harvard, and was not some rich daddy's girl that roamed around an Ivy League campus because they saw it once in a movie.

Her apartment was only a fifteen-minute walk from campus and she didn't have a car with her in Boston so she began her walk to class a little earlier than needed, just in case she got lost. Making a note to herself to pay her rent later that week, she turns her cellphone on silent and drops it back into her bag before she begins her trek to campus. She peers up at the clouds rolling in, the darkening sky making her wish she'd brought an umbrella. It had been uncharacteristically warm for mid-September but she was enjoying the Boston weather for the most part, it wasn't quite as humid as it was in New York and for that her hair was grateful.

Watching as the other students scurried past her on the busy street, running to and from classes or giggling with their friends, a wave of missing home hits her. While she wasn't the type to call herself popular, back home in the city she had a handful of very close friends and she was missing having someone to talk to over a glass of wine. She'd considered finding a roommate before moving to Boston and hadn't had a chance to look since moving so she supposed she was going to have to rely on making friends in her classes; fingers crossed there was at least one person she got along with.

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"Harvey if you don't hurry your ass up, we're going to be late!" Mike calls to his roommate as he tosses his book bag over his shoulder and jingles his keys in his hands.

"Would you relax, I'm coming," Harvey calls, coming up behind him in a white button-down shirt, a suit jacket tossed leisurely over his shoulder.

"What the hell takes you so long to get ready anyways? Your hair still looks like shit," Mike teases as he follows his roommate out the door of their student house and watches as Harvey reaches to fix his hair.

He and Harvey has been roommates for the entire summer and had become close rather quickly. Despite Harvey's family being from Boston he decided he needed to move out for law school so he could get the full college experience, while having some more freedom and Mike happened to be looking for a roommate. Their apartment was small, but it sufficed and they often spent Saturday nights eating a pizza while playing video games, something the space was perfect for.

Mike trailed after Harvey down the long narrow path beneath the oak trees leading to campus, a cool breeze sending a chill through his suit jacket.

"Are you sure we should walk, it looks like it's about to pour?" He asks, peering up at the dark clouds rolling in, the sun suddenly a figment of his imagination.

"I guess I can drive us," Harvey shrugs as they turn back towards where his best up old cruiser is parked and toss their bags into the back seat.

Back in mid-July they'd made a pact that on their first official day of law school they would dress the part. In Mike's case, that meant a sleek navy suit with a matching skinny tie, and in Harvey's, it meant a grey suit jacket with matching pants and a pale blue tie, one of his father's old favourites for good luck.

His dad has never been a tie kind of man, but as a child, Harvey remembered that every time his mother insisted his father wear a tie, he always wore a blue one. He asked why once, and his father told him it was because his mother told him on their first date that blue brought out his eyes, and he always wanted to impress her.

And so, he settled on a blue tie as he got ready that morning, a small tribute to his father on his big day, a day his father was always sure would come. When he was younger, Harvey droned on about wanting to be a lawyer and when he finally finished high school, he had his heart set on Harvard. His father was the only person who never lost faith in him, and up until the day he died, he was constantly reminding Harvey that he could do it, that his dreams could become his goals.

"Think there will be any cute girls in our class?" Mike asks as they pull out of the driveway and begin making their way towards campus.

"What are we, starting high school?" Harvey scoffs, his grip tightening slightly on the wheel.

"What? That's a fair question..."

"Aren't you still seeing that Rachel girl anyways?" Harvey asks with a slight eye roll.

Mike has started dating their next-door neighbor, Rachel at the beginning of August and since then had no time for their typical Saturday night activities. As much as Harvey liked Rachel; she was a sweet girl who was definitely easy on the eyes, he'd been enjoying having a friend around all the time. It's not like he couldn't go out and get a girl of his own, if anything he'd been known to be quiet the womanizer, he just decided to enjoy a relaxing summer before classes started.

"Yes, I thought maybe you'd be interested to see if we have any cute new classmates…" Mike dramatically tosses a wink towards the driver's seat.

"It's been a while since you've had a girl over and I'm worried about you man, maybe you've lost your touch."

"Mike, I guarantee you our class is going to be filled with boring stiffs who think fun is going to bingo night, there definitely isn't going to be anyone I'm interested in."

"I'm just saying dating a future lawyer isn't the worst idea," Mike reasons.

"Nah, two lawyers in one relationship, that's just asking for trouble."

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She's halfway to the campus when the sky begins to cloud over, and a sudden cool breeze causes goosebumps to rise song her arms. Wrapping her arms around her waist she picks up her pace as she continues down the gravel path that leads to the campus building her class was being held in.

Just as the building she's trying to reach becomes visible the wind picks up and it starts pouring, so much so that even after running to the building, she's drenched head to toe. Just her luck that today of all days, the day she decided to wear a black bra beneath a white blouse, it had to rain; so much for a positive first impression. She makes a beeline for the women's room to inspect the damage done by Mother Nature and is shocked to see that aside from the obvious transparency of her top, her makeup is intact and her hair had settled into some manageable natural wet curls. She contemplates running home and changing, but decides against it when she notices through the window next to the sink that it's still raining. She could skip her lecture, but she knows it isn't really an option. Attendance was mandatory for this class and the last thing she needed was for the professor to remember her as the girl who skipped out on the first day.

Flustered, she wanders back into the narrow hall and paces in front of a few student lockers just off to the side of her lecture hall, her hands folded over her exposed chest. She had ten minutes before class was scheduled to begin, so she had to think fast. She considered blow drying the top but didn't see a hand dryer in the washroom. She was weighing her options as she paced the hall when she turned the corner and walked face-first into a man in a suit.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" she cries, reaching out to separate herself from the stranger she had collided with, her hands finding a place on his now dampened chest as she propelled herself away from him. She couldn't help but notice he was incredibly fit for someone so well dressed, her hands lingering on his chest a second longer than they need to before her mind catches up to what's happening, and she pulls them away with reddened cheeks.

"I'm so sorry I got you all wet!" she mumbles, her hands now fiddling with the stranger's jacket in a weird attempt to help dry him off.

She was normally very well put together in front of strangers but the combination of her pre-lecture fluster and the massive grin on the man's face has her stomach in knots and she suddenly feels like a teenage girl fawning over a celebrity crush.

"It's alright, I'm alright," he responds, steadying her hands by taking them in his and removing them from his jacket and placing them back at her sides, his touch sending a chill up her arms.

"The real question is, why are you all wet?" he asks, peering down at her with questioning eyes.

"It's a long story…" she tries to brush it off, not wanting to explain how she was caught in the rain without an umbrella.

"I've got time," he cocks his head and the smile that grows across his face resonates in her mind. She's not usually one to notice a person's smile, but this one, this one was different. This was the type of smile that a person doesn't forget.

"I actually have a class I should be getting to…" she tries to brush him off a second time, wondering why he couldn't take the hint and leave her alone. It was bad enough that she embarrassed herself by literally running into him but now he wanted to have a conversation about her unfortunate morning too?

"Professor Gerard's class?" he asks, stuffing his hands into his pant pockets and rocking back on his heels.

"How'd you know that?" she asks, the red slowly fading from her cheeks as she began to relax.

"I have the same one," he smiles, nodding in the direction of the lecture hall.

"So, you're pacing the hall outside our classroom because you're nervous or?"

"I'm most certainly not nervous!" she snaps, and he puts his hands up as if to say he surrendered and she didn't need to justify why she was pacing outside their classroom.

"Then care to tell me why you're out here and not in there?" he shrugs towards the open door behind her.

"Not that I owe anyone, especially not a stranger I just met, an explanation, but if you must know, I was trying to come up with a solution for a rain-related issue," she explains, quickly glancing down at her very see-through top. She had to hand it to the guy, they'd been talking for nearly five minutes and he hadn't even noticed her bra was peeking through her top. Her mother always told her there was something to be said about a man who was raised to be a true gentleman.

"That's an easy fix, here," he says, taking off his suit jacket as he stepped behind her, draping it over her shoulders.

"I can't take your jacket…" she begins to protest but he cuts her off before she has a chance to finish her sentence.

"Take it, it looks better on you anyway," he smiles, watching as her cheeks darken with his compliment.

A clock chimes in the distance, indicating the hour was up and Harvey peers back over his shoulder into the classroom, "I guess we should get in there," he adds.

"I guess so. Um…" she goes to thank him for his jacket before realizing she doesn't actually know his name.

"Harvey," he reaches out to shake her hand, "Harvey Specter."

"Well thank you, Harvey Specter, I truly appreciate it."

"For a pretty girl like you, always," he grins before turning towards the class and taking the vacant seat next to Mike.

"Dude, what the hell I thought we were doing the suits thing? Where's your jacket?!" Mike whines when Harvey joins him in only a dress top and a tie.

"I put it to good use," he answers smugly, "And for the record, I've still got it."

"It?" Mike tries to clarify but is abruptly cut off when the professor enters the room and addresses the class.

She sits two rows in front of him next to a blonde girl he knows through Mike, named Samantha and a brunette he'd met at a party a few weeks back named Scottie. He watches the back of her head as she takes notes, so mesmerized by her flaming red locks he's having a hard time focusing on the lecture behind her. She was unlike any other girl he'd ever seen. Even soaking wet and panicked, she was breathtaking. When he looked down to see who ran into him, his first instinct was to tell the person off, but then his eyes met hers and he couldn't do it, she had him from the second she began to fumble with his jacket.

He realized now as the class wore on that he hadn't even asked her name, and he desperately wanted to know it so he could get to know her better. He wasn't sure what it was but something about her intrigued him. She was different, there was no better way to describe it. She had something most people yearned for, and he was desperate to learn more about her.

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After tucking his jacket into her pencil skirt in an attempt to salvage her outfit, she strutted into the classroom with her head held high. She was Donna Paulsen, and nothing was going to rattle her on her first day of law school, not even a handsome stranger who decided to spend his first day playing her knight in shining armor.

She has no idea what came over her back there, she was not one to stumble over her own words or become flustered easily, but something about him broke through her typical Donna facade and she had no clue what it was. Sure, he was handsome in a typical twenty-something soon-to-be lawyer way, but she wouldn't be able to pick him out of a crowd upon first impressions. He did have that smile though, a smile she would no doubt recognize from miles away, it was electric, practically contagious.

She strategically chooses the seat next to a brunette who introduces herself as Scottie and seems like the type of girl she wants to be friends with and the vacant seat on her left is soon occupied by a blonde girl that goes by Samantha. The class passes by rather quickly and as she's gathering her things Scottie asks if she wants to grab a coffee at the shop across the street, an offer she quickly accepts in hopes of making a friend.

"I feel like since we've been sitting next to each other we already know each other but I'm Dana Scott," Scottie introduces herself once Professor Gerard dismissed the class.

"Donna Paulsen," she replies before turning to face the blonde.

"Samantha Wheeler," she introduces herself.

"Would you guys want to grab a coffee maybe? I feel like I don't know many people in town and I could definitely use some caffeine," Scottie asks both girls.

"I would love to but I actually have to run, I have a class to get to, maybe next time?" Samantha asks as she tucks her laptop into her bag and tosses it over her shoulder.

"For sure," Scottie says, turning her attention towards Donna.

"I'd love to," Donna replies, gathering up her notebook and her pens as Samantha flashed them both a small smile and excused herself.

"That's a super cute outfit," Scottie says, peering down at the gray suit coat Donna had tucked into her skirt of almost an identical shade.

"Thanks, it was a bit of a last-minute decision," Donna chuckles, only now realizing how well Harvey's jacket matched the dark shade of her skirt. If she didn't know any better it looked like the over-sized coat she was wearing was part of her outfit all along.

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He tries to catch up with her after class, but there are too many people leaving the classroom and she's too far ahead of him by the time he reaches the hall. If he knew her name, he would call after her, but for now, he was left to watch her walk away as Mike joins him.

"Is that girl wearing your jacket?" Mike asks, following his gaze to the redhead making her way down the hall.

"Let's go, I need coffee," he responds, ignoring Mike's question and leading the way towards the coffee house across the street.

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The coffee shop is packed with students when Donna and Scottie arrive, so Donna saves them a table in the back while Scottie orders her coffee. She peers around the campus coffee house as she waits, smiling to herself as she reads the quirky quotes plastered across the wall behind the bar. Quotes like, "If you never try, you'll never know" and "Take chances" were hand-painted in silver paint on the cream coloured wall that faced the front of the store, and they were the first thing her eye was drawn to upon entering. For such a small, hip place, they stood out to her and she found it charming. The shop contained old wooden bar stools that lined a bar height table that ran along the large glass window that painted the front of the shop and the back was filled with quaint red leather sofas and wooden tables with an assortment of different chairs surrounding each.

"So," Scottie startles her as she returns to the table, coffee in hand, "we survived our first day of class."

"We did," Donna smiles, "If only it would stay this easy."

"For you, it might…" Scottie replies, plopping herself into the chair opposite Donna's.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you kidding me? You answered over half the question he asked in class and even corrected him, you're smart Paulsen," Scottie explains before taking a large swig of her coffee.

"I'm not…"

"Don't be modest, own it. My mom told me that's what the best lawyers do."

"Smart lady," Donna smiles, "She must be so proud of you."

"She is, she misses me already though."

"Where are you from?" Donna asks, leaning back in her chair.

"Washington. What about you?"

"Manhattan," she answers with a small grin.

"Oh, I've always wanted to go there! I've heard it's beautiful!" Scottie gushes, her sudden excitement catching Donna off guard.

"I love it there, I'm hoping to work at a firm in the city after this" she explains her plan to become a corporate lawyer at a major firm to Scottie, who nods along as Donna details her plan.

"Well, I'm going to grab a coffee, I'll be right back," Donna says, excusing herself for some much-needed caffeine.

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"I'll be at that table over there," Mike gestures to a vacant table at the front of the coffee shop while Harvey waits at the end of the bar for his order. His eyes scanning the crowd walking past the window for a glimpse of red. He knows he'll see her in class, but he was still kicking himself for not getting her name. Mike teased him the entire walk from the lecture hall about how he gave his jacket away and didn't even get the girl he gave it to's name, let alone her phone number and while normally Mike's antics didn't get to him, this time he was bothered because Mike had a point. He isn't sure what possessed him to give her his expensive suit jacket, and he wasn't even thinking about how he would get it back, but the old Harvey, the one that had mastered picking up girls would have been so disappointed in him.

"Black, two sugars, a splash of vanilla!" the Barista calls and he reaches for the cup she places down on the bar only for his fingers to collide with a small manicured hand.

"I'm-" he begins to apologize before looking up and spotting her, the redhead still wearing his jacket, and somehow it looked like it was her jacket all along.

"I'm sorry, first you steal my jacket and now you're trying to steal my coffee?" he stares down at the girl in front of him with a mischievous grin plastered across his face. He can hardly believe his luck, he was just thinking about her and now here she was standing in front of him wearing his suit jacket.

"Your coffee? I hate to break it to you, but this is mine" she smirks down at the Donna written across the side of the cup.

Jackpot. Her name was Donna.

"And I didn't steal your jacket, you offered it to me," She clarifies, unable to suppress a smile from breaking out across her face.

"You drink your coffee with two sugars and vanilla?" He raises an eyebrow at her with his question, his hands settling on the counter top next to her coffee.

"Is there any other way to drink a coffee?" She retorts, her tone dripping with sass seeing as she clearly took her coffee that way.

"Absolutely not," he smirks, reaching for the second cup that had been placed next to hers that read Harold.

"I thought it was Harvey?" She flirts, noticing the messy handwriting scrawled on his drink.

"Maybe I just want to keep you guessing," he flirts back, leaning towards her ever so slightly.

"You didn't even know I'd be here," She points out, "unless you're following me now?" She adds with a laugh.

"A happy accident," he replies, popping a lid on his cup and passing her one so she can do the same.

They stand in silence for a brief moment as Donna struggles to successfully put the lid on her coffee and Harvey awkwardly shuffles his feet trying to think of something to say.

"You never told me your name," he states quickly and bluntly as she reaches for a sleeve to put around her cup, fiddling with it like she did with the lid.

"You never asked," she grins with a slight raise of her eyebrows.

"Maybe we can start again, I'm Harvey," he says, extending his hand to shake hers.

"Donna," she replies as she shakes his hand.

"So Donna, where are you from?"

"I'm sorry, before you try and hit on me, I think you should know, I don't date men in the same program as me," she explains, figuring it's probably best to be open about her intentions.

She'd made a promise to herself before school started that she wouldn't get involved with any of the men in her class. She knew from past experience that relationships, or more importantly break ups could be complicated and messy, and the last thing she needed was to jeopardize her career for some boy.

"Who says I was going to try and hit on you?" He asks.

"Were you?"

"Maybe…" he admits, a subtle blush creeping up in his cheeks.

"But now that I know you aren't interested, and you know that I'm a man who respects your ridiculous decision not to let me hit on you, you won't think it's odd when I ask if you're going to the pub night tomorrow?"

"I haven't decided yet, why?" she eyes him curiously.

"Well I was thinking maybe you could give me your number and we could meet up before it, as friends, obviously, you could even bring my jacket back to me," he explains, leaning on the bar with one hand after placing his coffee down next to hers.

"Now that just seems like a perfect excuse to get my number," she giggles, admiring his dedication and effort.

"You'll see when we hang out tomorrow that I don't need an excuse to get a girls number."

"Good, because you might see me tomorrow, but you're going to have to earn my phone number," she flirts, puckering her lower lip as she mirrored his position leaning on the counter.

"I gave you my jacket, shouldn't that count for something?" He asks.

"Something," she winks before reaching for a cup and turning on her heel to walk back towards the table Scottie was waiting at.

He watches her walk away before grabbing his cup and with a shake of his head he goes to join Mike. Donna. Her name was Donna, and boy were his instincts right, she was something else.

Turning his cup over in his hand, he notices a D peeking out from beneath the sleeve cover she'd put on her cup and he realizes he must have grabbed her drink by mistake.

He's almost back at the bar when he notices there's something else written beneath the sleeve. Removing it, he reveals the three numbers printed next to her name in pink, three numbers that look like the start of a phone number.

It suddenly dawned on him that he didn't grab the wrong cup, that she must have switched them on purpose. But, when did she have time to write her number? And how did she know he was going to ask for it?

The more he thought about it, the more intrigued he was and by the time he joined Mike at their table, his mind was preoccupied in the mystery that was a red headed woman named Donna.

"We're going to that pub night tomorrow, right?" He asks as he slides into the seat next to Mike.

"I thought so? I think Rachel and a few of her friends wanted to come, why?"

"I just want to go, maybe make a few new friends," he lies, knowing he'd be on the lookout for her tomorrow night, the girl who'd stolen his jacket and won't let him hit on her. The same girl who knew almost every answer in their class earlier that day, a fact that both made him jealous and drove him crazy. A girl named Donna.

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"What took you so long?" Scottie asks when Donna finally rejoins her.

"Sorry about that, I ran into someone I knew," Donna explains, and while not the full truth, it wasn't exactly a lie either.

"Hey, do you have any plans tomorrow night? I was thinking of checking out the pub night," Donna adds, before making plans for Scottie to come over so they could get ready together the next day. She may have just met the girl, but she knew they were going to be great friends.

"So, you never told me where you bought that jacket" Scottie says as they begin talking about what they're going to wear to the pub night.

"I borrowed it actually, tomorrow I have to return it."

"That's a shame, it really does look like it was made for you. You should just ask whoever you borrowed it from if you can keep it."

"I'm not sure how well that will go over, but it might just be worth a shot," she smiles, raising her coffee cup to her lips and taking a long sip.

"Why does your cup day Harold?" The brunette asks.

"They must have made a mistake, I've never met anyone who drinks their coffee the way I do."

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"He just gave you his jacket?" Scottie stares at her wide eyed through the mirror as she applied a coat of rose coloured lipstick.

"He did," she replies with a coy smile while applying a darker shade of red to her own lips.

"You are sooooo smitten oh my god," Scottie teases, reaching for her glass of half finished wine and downing the rest.

"I am not!" Donna objects, knowing her friend was right. She'd spent the entire day thinking about what she would say to him if she ran into him and what she would wear to make him notice her.

The two of them spent the afternoon playing dress up in Donna's closet while indulging with a bottle of wine before they began to get ready for the law students' pub night. Donna learned that her instinct about Scottie had been right and the two of them spent the afternoon laughing like they'd known each other for days. In addition to making one good friend, Scottie knew a girl in the year above them from a leadership club she'd joined that she and Donna invited to Donna's so they could all head to the event together, something Donna was eternally grateful for.

Dressed in a fitted black long sleeve dress and nude pumps, Donna quickly touches up her makeup before joining Scottie who had left to answer the door.

"Donna, this is Rachel," Scottie introduces the brunette standing in the doorway.

"Nice to meet you," Donna smiles at her.

"You're apartment is beautiful, you have this whole place to yourself?" Rachel asks, looking around the apartment decorated with various shades of blues and whites.

"I do, I'll probably need to find a roommate eventually though…"

"Well if you're ever looking, let me know, I can't stand my current roommate. She's always leaving things laying around and blasting music that shouldn't even be considered music," Rachel laughs.

"Oh my god I'm sorry you just met me and here I am complaining about my horrible roommate, quite a first impression huh?" she adds which makes Donna laugh.

"Don't even worry about it, you might be as weird as me and I think we're going to get along," Donna says before leading the way into the kitchen and fetching a wine glass for Rachel and the half empty bottle of wine.

"So, are these things usually lame? Because if so I think we're going to need a lot more wine before we head out," Donna asks while pouring Rachel a glass and refilling her and Scottie's empty glasses.

"They're usually pretty fun actually, this one should be good," Rachel replies, accepting the wine handed to her.

"You're just saying that because Mike's going to buy you drinks all night long," Scottie whines, hopping up on the counter between Rachel and Donna.

"Who's Mike?" Donna asks, staring between the two brunettes.

"Rachel's younger man," Scottie teases, playfully swatting at Rachel's arm.

""He's not even a full year younger than me!" Rachel protests, rolling her eyes at her friend.

"He's in our year," Scottie fills Donna in.

"Nothing's wrong with a younger man, especially one that's going to be a lawyer," Rachel remarks, taking a sip of her wine with a self satisfied smirk.

"You might not be the only one getting bought drinks all night, Donna met someone!" Scottie squeals, the combination of wine and giggling making her hyper.

"I didn't meet someone…" Donna corrects and is met with a questioning look from Rachel.

"Yes you did! He gave her his jacket yesterday and then asked if she was coming tonight," Scottie explains excitedly.

"I told you, I'm not interested in dating someone from our class," Donna sighs, downing the contents in her glass in one fluent gulp. She wasn't interested in dating someone in the program, she wouldn't allow herself to be.

"Who said anything about dating him?" Scottie raises an eyebrow at her which causes all three girls to burst out giggling.

"So that's why you're dressed like that," Rachel gives Donna a once over before her gaze settles on the redhead's exposed neck line.

"Like what?" she peers down, suddenly very self-conscious.

"Like he won't be able to take his eyes off you because you look smokin'," Rachel explains and a smile breaks out across Donna's face. For two girls she just met, Rachel and Scottie really did wonders for her confidence and she's pretty sure she'd like it if they stuck around for a while.

"It's not like that…" Donna mumbles, fiddling with her thumbs while trying to come up with anything that will change the subject.

"What was his name anyways?" Scottie asks, hopping down from her spot on the counter and crossing the kitchen.

"Harvey," Donna answers without hesitation.

"Specter?!" Rachel practically spits out her mouthful of wine.