Yes, I know it's been forever, but I'm trying to put the majority of my inspiration and concentration into my Klaus/Caroline/Kol multi-chaptered story, My Brother's Girlfriend—which, by the way, you can find by going to my profile page in case you haven't read it yet and would like to. Plus, I have to admit that it's proving to be quite the challenge to keep and being hopeful about Klaus and Caroline ever actually ending up together, with the whole spin-off disaster. But, yeah, here I am. With a super gorgeous and fancy new cover made by Nicole (nfinneman on Tumblr), who is a saint and I really, really love for the amazing piece of art she put together for this collection.
This one-shot is–well, I don't really know what it is to be honest. I really basically just opened a new Writer file and said 'I want to write some happy Klaroline because I need it and I really want to update my one-shots thingy because my readers deserve it', and this happened. This, which then definitely ended up taking an unusual turn and didn't really go where I wanted it to, I guess. So it's probably more funny(-ish?) than fluffy, but I still hope you'll be able to enjoy it! Please remember that English is not my first language and I do not have a beta for this! Reviews are always appreciated.
It was going to be very awkward and painful—Caroline just knew it.
She couldn't even quite wrap her head around the fact that she had been invited to a Mikaelson family dinner in the first place. And while she would have wanted to say no in every possible language as soon as she had been asked, she had somehow built a nice, friendly relationship with Elijah over the past few months, and she didn't want to disappoint him as he had been the one to invite her.
She smoothed her gray pencil skirt—because, hey, these Originals were fancy people after all—with her hands once more, and then gathered all of her courage to finally knock on the large wooden door of the Mikaelson mansion.
Obviously, it had to be the last family member Caroline would have wanted to see that came and answered the door.
"Caroline," Klaus greeted her with his trademark smirk, her name sounding way too alluring in that damn British accent of his. "What a pleasant surprise."
Caroline eyed him warily. Surprise? Was he playing with her? Because, honestly, if this whole dinner thing hadn't been planned by Klaus, then what was she doing there?
"Is there something I can do for you?" he inquired, an amused expression on his face as he took in her slightly perplexed stance.
"Uhm, I'm here for the dinner?" she answered, although it came out more as a question.
Klaus' features suddenly darkened, and, for a moment, Caroline held her breath, waiting for someone to come out and scream 'surpriseee!', telling her it was all but a big joke and that she should just go back home already.
Instead, Klaus moved to the side to fully open the door and gesture her in, his jaw set and his eyes almost angry.
Caroline hesitantly entered the house, not really used to see this side of Klaus, especially not since the truce that he had agreed upon with the Salvatore brothers months before.
Klaus didn't spare her another glance as he turned towards the spacious, lavish, white staircase and announced her presence in a rather loud and odd way given that there were only vampires (well, at least vampires) present there, and could all hear the lowest of whispers.
"Elijah! Your guest is here."
Caroline eyed his swiftly retreating figure with confusion, but she didn't have much time to think about the hybrid's odd behavior as Elijah was by her side in an instant.
"Caroline, I'm glad you could make it."
'It's not like you had given me much of a choice', she thought, meekly nodding her head and straining a smile instead of voicing her answer.
"Come on, let me show you to the dining room."
Caroline had been prepared for the worst—really, she had—mayhem, death threats, flying daggers; she had conjured up in her mind every possible disastrous scenario. And yet, somehow, dinner with the Mikaelsons was being way worse than she could have ever imagined.
Klaus hadn't uttered a single word throughout the whole meal, Rebekah kept giving her the stink eye, and Kol was trying and hopelessly failing to hold his laughter at something she wasn't quite sure of yet.
The only one politely trying to keep up a civil conversation was, of course, Elijah. She answered simple questions such as how her day had been and hummed and nodded here and there as he narrated some of his own stories.
Even the sitting arrangement seemed somewhat odd, even if she had never really been to their house before. Klaus and Elijah were at the two heads of the table, she was right next to Elijah, between him and Kol, while at the other side of Klaus sat Rebekah.
She couldn't help the feeling of disappointment as she started to realize that it hadn't been Klaus to organize the dinner. He actually seemed even angered by her presence, and she felt her dead heart drop at the thought that maybe he had finally gotten over her and now considered her nothing more than a thorn in his side like the rest of her friends. He had seemed his usual charming self when he had greeted her at the door, yes, but she was sure something was bothering him now, and she couldn't shake the feeling that that something was her.
She shook her head as a most likely compelled waitress came to recollect their plates before dessert. She shouldn't care how Klaus felt about her anyway. She had turned him down time and time again, and was simply attending this dinner because her friend, Elijah, had asked her, right? Right.
"So," Rebekah took hold of the conversation, seemingly casual but looking straight at Caroline, and—if only looks could kill, right?
"What happened to that pup of yours? Taylor?"
"Tyler," Caroline swiftly corrected her, annoyed, ignoring Kol's suspicious snickering. "And I don't know, I haven't heard from him in weeks."
Caroline didn't feel any regret about having ended her relationship with Tyler. They went through a lot together and had helped each other in the worst of moments, there was no denying it, but they simply weren't meant to be, and she was glad she had realized that sooner rather than later. After their break up, it didn't take Tyler long to leave Mystic Falls, not having anyone left there to stay for. At first, they had tried to keep in touch—really, they had—even just to make sure the other was safe, but daily calls quickly turned into weekly texts, and those quickly turned into silence.
"Oh, so, he dumped you, and then, you decided my brother was worth of your time?" Rebekah inquired her again with a raised eyebrow and a challenging look, effectively bringing her back from her thoughts.
She furrowed her eyebrows in both confusion and outrage. "First of all, he didn't dump me. We simply parted ways," she clarified, earning a disbelieving scoff from Rebekah and noticing for the first time just how tense Klaus looked from the corner of her eye.
"And second, it's none of your business if I'm friends with your brother."
Rebekah scoffed again, Kol chocked on his drink trying once again to hold back his laughter, and Klaus looked just about ready to kill someone.
Caroline hopelessly turned to her right towards Elijah, who looked almost apologetic and embarrassed.
"Alright, I'm lost," she gave up, resting her hands atop of the elegantly set table. "Can somebody please tell me what's going on here?"
"What's going on, is that you're screwing our brother!" Rebekah yelled back at her, furiously pointing her finger at Elijah.
"Oh my God, whaaaaat?"
Caroline and Elijah shouted at the same time.
Any further comment was then drowned out by the loud sound Klaus made while angrily hitting the surface of the table with both his hands. The other four vampires gaped at him silently as he made his way out of the room in a heartbeat.
Caroline was the first one to bring herself to speak again after a few seconds.
"Listen Rebekah, I am most definitely not sleeping with your brother here," she motioned at Elijah. "I mean, no offense Elijah–"
"None taken," he reassured her, waving a hand at her. "I think perhaps there has been a misunderstanding. And that, unfortunately, I believe is my fault as much as Kol's," he explained.
Rebekah snorted, turning to look at the younger original brother. "Why am I not surprised to know that you are behind this mess?"
Kol rolled his eyes, still grinning. "Oh, please. Your lives are just so boring without a little bit of my help."
The blonde original was about to retort something more, but Caroline swiftly spoke again before she could utter another word.
"Can we please not stray?" she looked at Elijah pleadingly. "How did this happen?" she asked, gesturing to Klaus' empty seat.
The elder Mikaelson brother sighed. "Alright."
And so he told her.
Caroline softly knocked on Klaus' bedroom's door.
She could clearly hear him move around inside, so, when he didn't answer her, she decided to test her luck and push the door open herself.
"I don't want any company right now," he spat out bitterly, his back to her.
Caroline ignored his comment. "Hey," she said, almost shyly.
Klaus sighed hastily through his nose, and Caroline could see the muscles of his back tensing as he realized it was her.
"What do you want, Caroline?"
The young vampire rolled her eyes, closing the door behind her. "Explain?" she tried. "It's not like I owe it to you or anything," she added quickly. "But I don't want you to be mad at me."
Klaus chuckled lightly, and Caroline was glad to hear that sound for the first time since she had arrived at the mansion.
"It's not you I'm mad at, sweetheart."
"You don't have to be mad at anybody, actually."
The hybrid finally turned to her, his eyebrows raised skeptically. "Oh, really?"
"Really," she rolled her eyes again. "Not if the reason why you're mad is that you think I'm with Elijah."
He gritted his teeth, jaw clenched, remaining silent for a moment.
Eventually, he sighed—he could never really keep his walls up for long around her anyway.
"He said he was going to bring a special guest," he spat out the last two words. "And then, you showed up, and I–I saw red, Caroline," he admitted, shaking his head. How had he let this girl weaken him like that?
He gave her a stern, almost scolding, look. "You know why."
Caroline grinned, looking somehow satisfied by his answer, walking right past him to sit on his large king bed.
"It was just a prank or whatever," she explained, patting the spot on the bed to her left. He complied and sat down next to her, their arms almost touching.
"It was Kol's idea," she went on, rolling her eyes at the younger Mikaelson brother's immaturity. "And he had stolen Elijah's favorite suit, so he was forced to play along with it."
Klaus laughed at that, suddenly feeling very foolish for the way he had reacted.
After a moment of silence, he admitted just that. "I'm sorry I overreacted," he sighed. "It's not even really any of my business who you are with after all, is it?" he pointed out, looking at her sadly, their stares finding each other, his eyes intensely boring into hers and leaving her breathless.
Caroline suddenly felt too overwhelmed by his presence so near and his gaze on her, and graciously but quickly stood up from the bed.
"It's okay," she reassured him, moving towards the door and not looking at him.
She turned around for a second, her hand on the handle, and her eyes met his again. "You can make it up to me with a real dinner," she quipped, before opening the door and quickly disappearing into the hall.
Klaus smiled ear to ear for the rest of the evening.
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