Stelena+every dance+stefan denying his dance skills
STEFAN: I don’t really dance.
DAMON: Oh, sure he does. You should see him. Waltz, the jitterbug, the moonwalk. He does it all.
ELENA: Stefan, do you have another dance in you?
ELENA: It’s my choice. I decided to be here. I officially signed up for it, so I don’t wanna hear you apologizing anymore. [The music picks up.] Show me how it’s done in the fifties.
STEFAN: Uh, no.
ELENA: Come on. One move?
[Stefan shakes his head. Elena nods. Stefan insists on not dancing anymore. Elena starts to leave but Stefan twirls her back into his arms and picks her up. He dips her from side to side. Then puts her back on her feet and kisses her.]
STEFAN: Now you remember that, because it’s never gonna happen again.
Stefan: Oh no! You don’t need to be worried. It’s just until the cravings go away. Listen, I think we should enjoy it while it lasts. Would you like to dance with me?
Elena: You hate dancing. I usually have to beg you.
Stefan: No, no, no you have to beg the sober me. The drunk me there is no begging necessary.
(She looks at the dance floor)
Elena: There’s really no one dancing.
Stefan: That’s because they need something better to dance to. I’ll be right back.
Stefan: Please dance with your alcoholic vampire boyfriend
Elena: This is ridiculous
Carol: Both hands.
Stefan: You’re only saying that because you don’t know how to do it
Elena: Sorry. Only one of us was around when the dance was invented
(Stefan spins Elena around and catches her in his arms.)
Mrs. Lockwood: No! No! There’s no touching during this part. It’s about the simple intimacy of the near touch. Very nice, Amber!
Amber: Thank you, Mrs. Lockwood!
Stefan: If you ask me, the ‘near touch’ is overrated
Elena: You seem to be in a good mood.
Stefan: Is that a bad thing? Would you prefer me to be brooding and tortured?
Elena: Hey, I’m not complaining.
(Elena moves closer towards him.)
Stefan: Oh, no touching!
Elena: Hmm. He dances, and I didn’t even have to beg.
Stefan: Well Mayor Lockwood dragged me out here. Couldn’t exactly say no.
Elena: Teach me some moves.
Stefan: Oh no, no, no, no. I blacked out for most of this decade, remember?
Elena: Nice try!
Elena: Let go of me or I will bite you.
Stefan: Oh come on. I’m the one that hates to dance, remember?
Elena: Yeah, and now I finally see why.
Stefan: So, you’re just here to help Rebekah get the cure, right? On what happens to be the most sentimental night in high school?
Elena: You think this is my cry for help? I’d be happy to show you what a real cry for help sounds like.
Stefan: So this… us. You feel nothing?
Elena: I feel nothing.
Stefan: I don’t believe you.
Elena: I don’t care.
Stefan: So you don’t remember what it used to feel like when we would dance? When my hand would touch your waist?
[Stefan rests his hand on her waist. Elena’s expression doesn’t change.]
Stefan: Hm. How about this? When our fingers would touch?
[He entwines his fingers into hers. Elena’s face is blank.]
Stefan: And this?
[Stefan dips her down and holds her there a moment.]
Stefan: Does your heart really refuse to remember?
[He pulls her back up. Elena leans in closer to his face and breathes her words onto his mouth.]
Elena: What heart?
The boys backstage with fan in Sheffield (April 14)
Harry at an uni party in Sheffield (April 13)