Hey everyone! I'm re-writing this fic a bit because I didn't like how I wrote Klaus, so I hope you guys enjoy the re-vamped version ;)
Disclaimer: This story takes place during the NHL 2014-2015 season, using the actual game schedule and scores, which you can find online, but that's where the parallels stop. Klaus and the other characters don't represent any specific players on the teams, and any similarities are accidental.
"How about her?"
Klaus sighed, cursing his younger brother. They'd gotten out of practice earlier that day, and Klaus had been completely ready to go home and collapse, but Kol had just broken up with his long-time girlfriend Davina, and was apparently determined to get laid.
Three of their teammates tagged along, and they ended up in the VIP balcony of a popular bar. After Kol found flaws in each of the first three Klaus pointed out, he decided to glare at the bottom of his glass instead, trying to will the water to turn into something that was at least 40% alcohol. They were supposed to avoid it during the season, but he was generally the only person that really tried. He should get a pass just this once.
Out of curiosity, he looked up to see the girl that Aiden was pointing at. She was definitely Kol's type, and he was looking at her with more consideration than he'd given to any of the other women all night. The girl was quite pretty, her dark hair shining in the low light, a smile on her face that revealed a perfect set of brightly white teeth. She and her friend were sipping from brightly-colored cocktails, and he let his eyes drift to her companion.
The first thing he noticed was her beaming smile, but the sound of her laugh and the curve of her breasts against her top were the next. She could be an easy mark, her blonde curls and bedazzled phone cover suggesting the sort of girl who could be wooed with an accent and a dimpled smile.
Before he'd even thought about it, he was out of his seat, and he ignored Kol and the rest of the group calling after him as he made his way down the stairs and walked confidently up to her.
Both of the girls looked up at him. The blonde gave him what he recognized as the 'politely about to turn you down if you ask me out' smile. He'd hadn't had it directed at him often, and he suddenly felt like he might have read her incorrectly. Still, no harm in trying. "May I buy you a drink?"
"No thanks," she said, turning pointedly back to the brunette.
Her friend had been staring at him with narrowed eyes, and realization seemed to dawn on her face.
"I'm Klaus," he said, holding out his hand.
"Klaus Mikaelson," the friend said, nodding and shaking his hand when the blonde didn't move.
"I see you've heard of me."
"Yeah. You won me $20 off my brother Jamie for that breakaway goal earlier tonight."
"You're welcome," he said dryly, realizing it was the wrong move when the blonde raised an eyebrow.
"I'm Bonnie, and this is Caroline."
"Always a pleasure to meet fans."
"I'm not a fan," Caroline said grumpily.
"Little hostile there, love."
Caroline shrugged. "I've been listening to her talk about hockey for the last five years. I think I would know if I was by now. And like, no offense, but I have heard enough in the last few hours to last me a month."
"Understandable," Klaus said, not at all offended.
So she wasn't starstruck. He could definitely play the 'I'm just a normal lucky down-to-earth millionaire' angle. He liked a challenge. Perhaps he could get the friend on his side.
"But you're a fan, then?" he asked, looking at Bonnie.
"Who's your favorite?" he asked with a dimpled smile.
"I'm wounded," he said, holding a hand to his chest.
Caroline snorted. "Are you really, though?"
"Not at all. In fact, If you let me buy you a drink, I'd be happy to bring him over to meet you. Perhaps sign something?"
Caroline pinned him with a glare that would make his sister Rebekah proud, and he knew for sure that he was hooked. Other girls had turned him down before, but there was something interesting about her. Exciting.
"I dare you," he said with a wink.
She looked like she was about to tell him 'no' again, but she glanced at Bonnie and pressed her lips together, apparently slightly torn. "Fine. One drink."
"Excellent. I'll be just a moment."
He walked back up the stairs to the VIP tables and motioned for his brother to come over. "Her name is Bonnie. You're her favorite player, and you'd love to sign something so that I can buy the blonde a drink."
"She turned you down?" Kol asked, suddenly looking gleeful, and Klaus glared at him.
"She won't if you help me."
"I've always liked pretty things with good taste, and it seems like she's decided you're not worth it."
"Stay in your lane, mate."
They'd reached the bottom of the stairs, and Kol walked up to Bonnie, holding out his hand. She took it, suddenly looking a bit shy when he shook it. "Lovely to meet you, darling. Normally we're not allowed to give out autographs, but I've been looking for a reason to talk to you for the past half-hour. Nik's given me an excuse to sign something for you, so that's taken care of."
Klaus tuned out Kol's conversation with Bonnie and turned to Caroline, giving her a dimpled smile. "So, about that drink, love..."
The bartender had been watching the whole exchange with amusement, and she walked over, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. "What can I get you, Care?"
"Another Pomegranate Martini, please. If you could go light on the vodka, that would be great, though."
Klaus fought down a comment about her wanting to be sober to enjoy that night's activities, knowing that she would not be appreciative. "So, tell me about yourself."
She smiled slightly, thanking the bartender (apparently named 'Cami') when her drink was put in front of her, and swallowing before meeting his eyes. "I'm at USC, majoring in sociology with a minor in history. I have a part-time job helping out an event planner in the city. My favorite color is yellow or baby blue depending on the day, and I like blueberry pie, picnics, and cats. Good talk. I should head home."
"My sister Rebekah studies history as well. She loves it," he said, ignoring that she was reaching for her purse. "Do you have a favorite time period?"
"To study, you mean? The renaissance, probably. There was a lot of progress in a short period of time."
"Do you like renaissance art?" he asked.
She faltered for a second, glancing at him. "I like it a lot. I mean, I don't exactly have an eye for it. I'm not into the symbolism or art history or anything, but I like looking at how the art reflected the change around the artists."
"I don't think you need an eye so much as an appreciation for it."
"What do you know about art?" she asked, though he was surprised at how curious it sounded, rather than judgmental.
She'd stopped reaching for her things and had sat back down, picking up her cocktail again, and he was glad for the progress. Hopefully he could keep her interested.
"I like to paint in my spare time," he said, shrugging.
"Painting hockey player, huh?"
He grinned. "I guess it does sound odd, doesn't it? But everyone has their hobbies."
She laughed and nodded. "I guess you kind of have to. I don't know how professional sports players do it. I cheered in high school, but I would never have wanted to do it for a living."
He kept her talking, and she seemed to gradually grow more comfortable with him, though she was still slightly guarded. He lost track of time, becoming so lost in her enthusiasm and bright smile that he didn't realize how late it had gotten, and when Marcel clapped him on the shoulder when the team was about to leave, Caroline winced, pulling her phone out of her purse. "It's late. I should get going too."
"Would you be willing to come out with me next week?" he asked impulsively, and she bit her lip, flushing, her eyes widening.
He'd surprised himself with his question too. He didn't often do second dates, or even dates at all. But Caroline was...different. He wanted her, and it was good to see that she seemed to be as affected by him as he was by her.
"Okay," she said, smiling slightly. "Yeah. Give me your number and I'll text you."
He wrote it down for her and watched as she walked away, fighting down a smile.
"Still here? Bad luck, mate," Kol slurred from behind him. "I thought it was going well."
"It did," Klaus said simply, and Kol frowned before shrugging it off.
"You drive. I'm wasted."
Caroline ran her fingers through her hair as she stared at her essay outline, trying to focus. It had been a terrible idea to go to the bar and stay so late. She had to finish up an essay for the next morning. Usually she would have been done already, but Bonnie had insisted on dragging her out, so she was behind. She already had the outline, and she normally could have just pumped out the paper in an hour or so, but she was too distracted by Klaus.
He'd been unbelievably hot (and had an accent, which was always good), but she had to concentrate on school, and she couldn't afford to have a relationship that drained time away. He didn't seem like the relationship type anyway. Professional hockey player? He probably had girls crawling all over him, and she wasn't going to be another conquest for some arrogant jackass who got paid to hit a ball across a field.
Still, once he'd bribed her into letting him buy her a drink, he'd almost been...nice. Okay, had been nice. Sure, there was still the unmistakeable 'dating me would be a bad life choice' aura surrounding him, and he hadn't exactly been good at taking rejection, but...
No. She couldn't let herself be tempted. She'd blame saying yes to another date on the alcohol. That was fair, right? She hadn't been sober.
She tried to put it out of her mind and returned to staring unseeingly at her laptop screen, finally finishing up the last paragraph of the thing by one in the morning (and now she was free of obligations for the entire weekend), and fell into bed.
Despite being exhausted, she couldn't stop thinking about what she'd agreed to. She knew from Bonnie that Klaus was very good at what he did, but not much else other than what he'd told her.
Feeling nosey (and a bit protective of herself), and she decided to google it, pulling her phone over from the side table.
Niklaus Mikaelson girlfriend
There were quite a few different women pictured with him, though one blonde looked close enough to him in looks that it might be his sister Rebekah, and Caroline pressed her lips together. Not that google images was a very reliable way of telling whether someone was a womanizing douchebag, but there were a lot of women in those pictures (was that the girl who starred in that dumb vampire show?), and she wasn't going to be some groupie following after a professional sports player. Still, he'd seemed genuinely interested.
She'd sleep on it.
Klaus groaned as he rolled over, groping blindly at his side table to shut off his alarm clock and pulling himself out of bed. Though he wasn't excited that he had to be at the practice rink in two hours, he had a feeling that Kol, Aiden, Josh, and Marcel were even less thrilled. They'd all consumed copious amounts of alcohol the night before, and Klaus was looking forward to talking a bit too loudly just to watch them wince.
He showered and ate a quick breakfast before grabbing his gear and heading to the practice arena. Alaric, their head coach, nodded to him as he walked in and sat on the bench next to Stefan, their first-string goalie.
"Morning," Stefan grunted, still looking exhausted.
They waited as the rest of the team trickled in, and Alaric started talking about their last game and how they could have improved, waving at a screen behind him, which was playing some of the highlights.
The team had just come back from a string of away games, and though they were used to being on the road all the time, it didn't make them any less exhausted. They had a string of home games next before their next game off their home ice, but that was against the Anaheim Ducks, which was only a forty-five minute drive across town.
In other words, Klaus was looking forward to a bit of a break.
He tried to stay focused on what Alaric was saying, and by the time they broke away to do some drills, he was trying so hard to not think about Caroline that he just couldn't get her out of his head.
He was thankful when they broke for a lunch break and he pulled out his phone to see a text from an unknown number.
[Unknown]: This is Caroline. We met at the bar last night. I might be free on Wednesday next week.
[Klaus]: How's six? We can have dinner?
[Caroline]: Okay. Where? I'll meet you.
[Klaus]: Do you like Thai? There's a place a few doors down from the bar where we met.
[Caroline]: Sounds like a plan! :)
"What are you so happy about, Nik?" Kol asked, sinking down next to him on the bench and attempting to look over his shoulder. "Did the tasty little blonde finally text you?"
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