A/N: Okay guys, so this is how it's gonna go.

This is going to be a series of stand-alone FULL OF INCREDIBILY FLUFFY ficlets about Damon and Elena's life and relationship. Each chapter is going to be a different story, portraying something different that happened with both of them.

It'll mostly have nothing to do with the TV show, but if I decide to throw something in I'll let you guys know in the beginning of the story. I'll also be updating as soon as I finish writing the ficlets, which might take a while or none at all. And I have no idea how many stories there will be, but I guarantee it will be more than two. Rating may also change as I go on writing.

I should probably say I don't own The Vampire Diaries or any of the characters, because if I did they'd all be dancing around my shirtless and sweaty - even the girls.

This story was beta'd by Cynthia, the horse whisperer and my best friend.

Cute Medal

Elena is sitting on her bed with books and notes sprawled all over the bedspread, her brows furred and biting on a purple highlighter, trying to concentrate on what's in front of her. Finals week used to be the absolute worst thing for her, because it meant that not only she needed to somehow manage all the supernatural cap in her life, but also not fail class. Now it sort of brings her back to those good old days before she met the Salvatore brothers, when all she needed to worry about was understanding her handwriting and the notes she took in class.

Even though she's busy studying, that doesn't stop her from hearing the thud of Damon's boots as he makes his way up the stairs and towards her bedroom door. She's so attuned to him already that every time he's somewhere near it's like her senses go into full alert and a little voice inside her head starts screaming his name.

She still doesn't look up from what she's doing, though. Because what she's doing is important. This is her future. She needs to concentrate and learn and do well on her finals so she can have a chance for a better life; a chance that went almost to waste when she wasn't sure if she was even going to have a life to live anymore. But those days of fighting vampires and witches and death were over, as were her excuses to be neglecting her classes and the copious amounts of schoolwork she needed done. So yeah, studying right now was more important than her boyfriend. Her badass vampire leather-wearing blue eyed smoking hot boyfriend who was definitely not sitting beside her on the bed and trying to stir her away from chemistry notes.

But of course she loses her internal battle to not react and look up at Damon when he's in the same room as her, so she does look up and her jaw immediately goes slack, the purple highlighter falling from her hand. Staring back at her are the two most amazing pairs of blue eyes she has ever seen. Damon is standing by the door with a handful of the cutest thing she's laid eyes upon and a little smirk plastered on his face in obvious amusement at the face Elena is making.

"Is that…" she asks, eyes wide.

Damon finally moves from his place leaning against the doorframe and sits at the end of her bed. The little ball of fur in his hands stares blankly at Elena, as if daring her not to succumb to its adorableness.

"Yeah," he answers. "I thought I'd bring you some company and prevent you from having a mental breakdown when you figure out you can't possibly know all this stuff better than you already do."

"I can't believe you…" she trails off, dragging her eyes from one pair of blue eyes to the ones owned by her boyfriend and scowling. "I'm not going to have a mental breakdown. I'm going to be awesome and do really well on finals and get into a good college and-"

"Meow."

"Oh my god," Elena gasps. "He is so cute. Come here kitten."

Damon chuckles at her grabby hands and places the black kitten on the bed. Its tiny little paws pressing down on the sheets of paper covered in chemistry notes, and its blue eyes still staring.

"You mean she is so cute."

"It's a she? Well, you are the cutest kitten to ever exist," she says, picking up the kitten. "You should win a medal for all your cute. Because again, you are the cutest."

"I think I'm feeling a little jealous," and when Elena looks back at her boyfriend, he's, believe it or not, pouting at her.

"Then why did you get yourself an adorable ball of black fur kitten in the first place?"

"That's because I didn't get it for me," he smiles fondly at her. "I got the kitten for you."

The only thing Elena can manage to do at that moment is to stare at him and say nothing. Because Damon bought her a kitten. He actually went to a pet store or to a shelter or to the home of lovable little tiny animals and came back with a kitten for her. And she continues staring and not saying anything because her mind can't wrap its hands around the fact that Damon bought her a kitten. So it's no surprise there when she opens her mouth and whispers, "You bought me a kitten."

"Yes, I got my badass girlfriend a badass kitten. And I know that although I make up for a big part of it, or at least I thought I did, I think you still have some cute missing in your life," He grins at her as she starts scratching behind the kitten's ears. "And with Jeremy working after school I thought you'd like some extra company."

"You are the best boyfriend," she says and reaches across the bed to give him a peck on the lips, only to return to staring at the tiny little ball of black fur curled up in her lap and frown. "She needs a name."

"What about Lilith?" Damon suggests. "Or Vampira? Oh, I know! We should name her Drusilla. Dru, for short."

"I am not naming my kitten after dead and sometimes fictional vampire women!" Elena says, pointing a finger at him and narrowing her eyes.

"Sometimes you're no fun," he pouts and gives a playful nip at her fingertip.

"I am plenty of fun, right kitten?" she looks down at the animal. "And I'm going to name you…" she looks across her room, looking for inspiration when her eyes settle on the pile of CDs Jeremy left in her dresser and suddenly she has the perfect name picked out. "I am going to name you Muse!"

"You're going to name your cat after a band?"

The kitten just tilts its head to the side and stares intently at Elena for a few seconds, and then it reaches one tiny paw forward and pats her lightly on the nose as if it understands what was said and promptly agrees to it.

"See? She likes it." Elena smiles up at him.

He huffs and gives her one of his epic Damon eye rolls, getting up from the bed. "You go back to study and I'll go unload all the cat crap I bought for her at the pet store."

He hears Elena gasp and scream at his retreating back. "YOU BOUGHT HER TOYS?"