Stefan Shows His Love

by CassieSalvatore1864

Stefan comes home after he and Elena had a talk while she was pulling wood out of his chest. During the talk, Elena had told Stefan she and Damon had kissed. Stefan is jealous, but is it because he's still in love with Elena, or because he may love someone else? Will Stefan move on, and will Damon and Elena get together? Or will Damon and Stefan find love...in each other. ON HOLD!

1. Chapter 1 The Move

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! Everything goes to the writers of The Vampire Diaries. The only thing I own is my LOVE for DAMON SALVATORE!

*3rd Person POV*

Damon Salvatore stood in front of the the fireplace in the Salvatore Boarding house. He had a drink in his hand, and he was staring into the flames. He was waiting for Stefan and/or Elena to come home. He wasn't sure which one, because he had been giving both of them a lot of thought, because he was worried. Stefan had been a dick ever since he had left with Klaus and came back, so he wasn't helping Damon not worry, plus he was his brother. Damon would never admit it to anyone, but he did care for Stefan. He couldn't help it. Elena and him had kissed and he couldn't believe it, plus she had been gone all day. So of course he was worried. The front door creaked open, and Damon's head snapped up, looking towards the door. Stefan came into view. Damon sighed with relief, but it was quiet. He took another drink of his alcohol, finishing it off.

"Hey Steffy. Have fun today?" Damon asked with a smirk on his face to hide the fact he was relieved. Stefan looked at him and then suddenly, Damon was doubled over, clutching his jaw, groaning. Damon said "I guess you and Elena had a heart to heart?" Damon looked up at Stefan, who was glaring daggers down at him. Stefan lunged at Damon, but Damon was faster and grabbed him, throwing him into a wall. Stefan got up almost instantly and lunged at Damon again. He collided with Damon and the glass flung out of his hand, shattering somewhere. Damon got up quickly. He lunged again but Damon dodged out of the way and disappeared for a moment. He reappeared right behind Stefan, flipping the younger Salvatore brother around, and then pinning him down on the ground. Stefan looked up at Damon with almost a hurt expression.

*Damon's POV*

For hours on end I have been standing in front of the fireplace, waiting for Elena to come back. I have also been trying to convince myself it was Elena I was waiting for and I didn't care if Stefan came home because he had been a dick. Now I am pinning Stefan down because he had attacked me because I had kissed Elena. He has an expression on his face I am almost sure is hurt. Why would he be hurt? I think. He should just be pissed. In fact, I swore he was...but now he just looks hurt. I am confused and pissed. I look down at him.

"Are you calm now?" I ask him, smirking again to hide my now-found confusion.

"Will you get off me?" He almost says it as if he doesn't want me too. I shake my head.

"Not till your calm" I say. He just shoves me up and off him, standing up quickly. He looks at me, his hurt expression now put into a blank one. He just stares at me.

"Why?" I wasn't sure if he was actually talking to me. There is nothing but hurt in his voice. Hurt and...betrayal. I think someone is behind me and he is talking to them, so I turn around, but no one is there. "Yes, I'm talking to you Damon." I turn back around to face him. I raise an eyebrow.

"Why what? Why did I kiss her? Because I love her...why else?" I say, smirking again and crossing my arms over my chest. His blank expression turns hurt again. Even more hurt than before. I can't take it, especially since I am confused as to why he is hurt.

Trying not to spend to much time thinking about it, I walk over to the broken glass, pick it up, set it on the bar and grab a new one, filling it to the top with Whiskey. I take a drink, then turn back to Stefan, who is still staring at me with that hurt/betrayed expression.

"What's wrong Steffy? Can't take that your girlfriend might actually like someone else?" I ask, smirking again. Stefan's hurt/betrayed expression turns to a slight angry one. I smirk wider, his anger the reaction I want.

Because it is the reaction I want, I continue. "Can't take that your girlfriend kissed me? That her perfect, soft lips were against mine? That we kissed passionately, and we BOTH loved it? Can't take that your girlfriend didn't shove me away, or slap me and instead she kissed me back?" Stefan's slight anger flares and he lunges at me, pinning me down before I can do anything. He glares down at me before he does something I would have never expected him to do...ever. Stefan stares at me for a second before his lips come crashing down on mine.