Well this chapter took A LOT longer to be posted then I thought! Sorry for the delay, writers block and my school's fall production caught up with me. I don't think this chapter is the greatest, but I hope everyone will still read it! By the way, last week's episode? It was so good! What did you guys think of Katherine getting locked away? I was proud of Damon. Anyway, review review review! Hope everyone enjoys!

Happy Halloween!

Alex

PS. Check out my other Damon/Elena fic, Snow Days!

Chapter 3

Damon was running around like a mad man. He was trying to get his place cleaned before Elena came over. She had called earlier and said she was coming over that night to talk.

'When is the last time any body dusted this place?' He thought as he ran a feather duster over all the surfaces. He coughed as a plume of dust flew into his mouth. 'Yuck.'

He had about an hour to get everything perfect for her. He was slightly terrified of what she wanted to talk to him about. He was sure that it was about last night and her dream.

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Elena was trying to sit still, but failing. She couldn't stop fidgeting. She had tried every calming technique she knew, and none of them worked. She sat on her bed taking deep breaths before giving up and falling back onto the pillow.

"20 more minutes, 20 more minutes." She whispered aloud.

'Screw it! I can't do this!' Elena thought as she leapt up, grabbing her purse and keys, and flying out the door.

"Bye, Jenna!" She called as she pulled the door open.

"Bye!" She heard Jenna call, but she was already at her car, starting the ignition.

She drove as fast as she dared, not wanting a repeat of the last time she drove over the limit.

'Finally.' She thought as she parked her car in front of their house. She all but ran out of her car and up to the house.

She knocked hesitantly, 'Now or never.' She thought.

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Damon jumped when he heard the knock. He had been so immersed in his cooking that he hadn't heard Elena's car.

He ran to the door wiping his hands on his apron. He pulled open the door, breathing in when he saw Elena. No makeup, just natural and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

She giggled "Nice apron."

Damon looked down at his black "Kiss the Cook" apron and laughed a little too. He had forgotten he was wearing it.

He wanted to say "How about you kiss the cook like it says?" but he was afraid that would be overstepping the boundaries. He simply took her hand and kissed it while pulling her into the room.

"So, apron?" Elena asked.

"You'll see." Damon said, as he pulled her into the living room. "Close your eyes."

She complied and he led her into the kitchen where a table was set up with candles and everything.

"Open." He whispered in her ear.

Elena shivered and opened her eyes. The sight before her was astounding. She took in the creamy candles, the dim lights, and the place settings. What really caught her attention was the vase filled with black roses, with a red rose in the center. He had done all this for her.

Damon was sitting quietly, in suspense. "Do you like it?" He asked.

"I love it. It's beautiful, Damon." She said as she turned around giving him a hug. He didn't want to let her go. However he could hear Elena's stomach growl, and decided it was time to feed his guest.

Damon went over to the stove where his pasta sauce was simmering. He took off the lid and the smell wafted over to Elena.

"Mmmmmmm." She moaned as she smelled the spices and tomato.

"Spaghetti al Salvatore is served." Damon said as he handed her a plate heaped with pasta and sauce.

They both sat at the table and ate. "Mmmm, Damon, who knew you, could cook?" Elena said as she took another bite.

"One of my many talents." He said playfully.

They laughed and ate, talking about everything and nothing. Neither Damon nor Elena had had such a good time in quite a while.

As their meal drew to a close, they both knew the "talk" was coming soon. Damon cleared his throat and started to clean up.

'I'll wait until he's done.' Elena thought.

The pair cleaned in tandem, and in silence. When they were done, Elena went to sit on the couch and Damon flowed.

"So…I know you want to know what happened." She said.

"Yeah, I've been worried."

"It's a long story, but here goes. Since….Stefan left, I have all these dreams about him coming back." She started.

'This is not what I want to hear.' Damon thought, but he continued to listen.

"They aren't good dreams. Katherine's always there, sometimes…you are." She continued, looking at the ground. "I always come here after I've had a dream."

Damon thought about all of the night she came here, at least four times a week. 'No wonder why she's exhausted.'

"Sometimes after I have a dream, I can fall back asleep, I come here after the ones where I can't go back to sleep. For some reason, knowing you're still here is…comforting to me. And when I sleep in his bed, I feel like he's still here, a little." Elena said.

Damon's heartbeat picked up a little when she said he was a comfort to her.

"Last night, I was just feeling so bad; I came here without a dream at all. I just needed you. When I fell asleep last night, I didn't think it would happen here. My dream started out the same as always, but this time you were there and I went to you to comfort me after Katherine and Stefan left and you turned away saying that I picked Stefan and that you wouldn't pick up the pieces again. I'm so sorry." She finished.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Damon asked as he put an arm around her.

"I didn't think it would matter to you."

"You matter to me. I've been worried about you. It broke my heart every time you were here, on the verge of tears walking into Stefan's room and not mine." Damon said turning her toward him so he could look into her eyes.

She buried her face in his chest and he held her close. "I think I'm falling in love with you." She whispered.

He pulled back to look at her. "I think I'm falling in love with you too."

Slowly looking into her eyes, he gently placed a kiss on her lips.

Electricity shot through Elena's body, like she had just touched a light socket.

'This is right.' They both thought.

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