It had been three whole years since the Miss Mystic Falls pageant was a celebration. The first time was when Elena realized that she had feelings for the dark and dangerous vampire brother of Stefan. There was an instant attraction, something that she couldn't explain, let alone tell anyone about.
She trusted Damon far more than she trusted Stefan. Now that she was a vampire, was it so bad that she would much rather be with Damon than Stefan? Her friends thought Damon was bad for her. But what did they know? Damon was different than he was all those years ago. He was a killer back then and even though he still is a killer, he only kills those who threaten the people he loves.
Elena was sitting in the foyer of the Salvatore boarding house, staring at the fire. Damon had kept his distance, sitting in the leather bound chair, watching her silently while sipping his bourbon. After the events of that night - after what Stefan had told her about Connor and about the vampire cure. She couldn't believe that he hadn't told her. Why would he keep something like that from her? She thought she could trust Stefan. Now, she was just plain furious at him.
Was there such a thing as love to Damon Salvatore? He had told her countless times, that he would save her over everyone else. And she hadn't thought that he might be telling the truth then. Of course Damon would save her. Because he truly loved her, either way. Stefan, on the other hand. There was no telling what Stefan would do. He stabbed his brother in the back, literally, just to save Connor. Sure, Elena didn't know the reason behind him doing it, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.
There was nothing Damon wouldn't do or say to make her better. Was it that Damon was her destiny and not Stefan? Elena didn't know. She had become so confused since she turned into a vampire and it had only been a couple weeks. She trusted Damon. She knew he was right when she needed to jump on the human blood train. And she didn't want to hurt Stefan, but she didn't want the bunny diet. She didn't want to tell him that she didn't want to become like him; A Ripper.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a cool hand brush against her upper arm. She looked up to see Damon, just as he held his hand out to her. She took it almost instantly and he pulled her close to his body. The electricity she felt was odd - it was like being wrapped in a bolt of lightning. A unknown feeling that left her feeling dizzy as Damon began swaying softly, holding her up slightly.
They said nothing as they dance by the firelight. Nothing could be said. There was nothing neither of them could say. She had trusted Damon and he was always protecting her, even if his own life was on the line.
As the clock chimed eight o'clock, Damon stopped. Elena, lost in thought had looked up at him - his eyes shining in the shadowed darkness the fire light had cast.
Her eyes had went to his lips then.
Damon had the same thought she did.
His lips were sweet and soft against her own. It wasn't like a Stefan kiss. Damon's kisses was like being touched by a hundred soft white feathers all at once. They danced on your skin and made you feel safe. She had kissed him back. Elena Gilbert had finally given in to her feelings and kissed Damon Salvatore back. She knew who she trusted. She knew which brother she loved.
Both answers could have been summed up into one little word: Damon.