Prompt: "virgin!klaus cheerleader!notavirgin!caroline klaus is new + caroline is trying to get a new bf"

Another two parter. Woops. Doing this a lot lately.

Hope you enjoy this first part!

It's at times like these that he realised how much he hated his father.

(Well, he hated him anyway but still...)

He hates his father's job-

-loosely applying the word father that is.

Honestly, he wasn't even all that sure what is was but he knew that it entailed the family moving around. A lot.

So imagine his surprise when he returns home from college one day to his parents telling him they're moving. Again. But this time to America.

And so, he was back in High School, back to being the new boy. Again. Just lovely.

(At least he wasn't completely alone this time-

-he did have Stefan.)

(They weren't friends.)

(Not really.)

(More like their families were friends but he was someone and he was there so Klaus chose not to look a gift in the mouth.)

Stefan as it turned out, was quite the popular guy, much to Klaus' chagrin.

He had a girlfriend on the cheerleading squad (a brunette who was as at least as equally irritating as you imagined cheerleader's to be) which meant he just had to attend every game and unfortunately for Klaus, that now meant he had to too-

-"Come on, Klaus," Stefan whined loudly. "It'll be great.

Klaus snorted.

"Yeah, I somehow doubt that."

"Fine," he groaned, "It won't be but still... I could introduce you to a few people before you start on Monday. Knowing people other than me before your first day couldn't hurt."

His mother had chosen that exact moment to walk through the door.

"Oh," she falters slightly, "Niklaus, good your home. I need to tell you you'll be babysitting Henrik tomorrow night."

And suddenly, he had the perfect scapegoat.

"Can't, mother," he tells her as gleefully as he can manage, forcing a bright smile onto his red lips, "Football game is tomorrow. Promised Stefan over here-" he nudges Stefan in response, "-that I'd keep him company."

(And he knows she won't say no to him.)

(Knows she won't deny him this chance to settle down.)

(Not with the smile that she can never say no to.)

"Oh," she frowns before suddenly brightening up. "I guess I'll just have to ask your brother then. Have fun, kids," she tells them before darting in the opposite direction.

When he turns back around to meet Stefan, he's grinning up at him like the cat that ate canary and he just sighs, resenting himself to the fate that awaits him.

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters.

(He was already delighted.)

XXX

It takes him a while to admit it but the football game wasn't so bad and neither were Stefan's friends (if you excluded the girlfriend and the whiny brother, of course).

He finds he quite likes Enzo.

The brunet had grinned at him, teeth gleaming in the dim night.

"Nice to meet a bloke from across the river too," he'd told him before shaking hands. "Enzo."

"Klaus," he introduces.

Stefan's squirted off somewhere, to see his girlfriend Klaus would bet, but Enzo just shakes his head.

"Always off in a dark corner somewhere, those two," he snorts but pats him on the back. "Come on then, I'll introduce you to everybody."

(He meets Kai, Matt and Tyler and he finds he doesn't particularly like them.)

(But he doesn't mind Enzo.)

(And it's nice - being surrounded by people for once so he stays.)

(He stays and they hang around the parking lot, drinking cheap booze and even that odd bottle of wine.)

(He thinks he could get use to this, to stay here for a while.)

(He hopes he gets to.)

He doesn't realise there is an after party until Stefan shows up again and everybody's dragging him off to it. He follows, albeit begrudgingly.

And that's when he sees her.

Or more appropriately, she sees him.

(And honestly, there's no going back.)

XXX

She's got blonde hair which travels down to her lower back, the curls hang loosely and frame her delicate face preciously. Her face is pale, emphasising her red lips as they push out, forming into a pout. She's got the pair of bluest eyes he thinks he's ever seen and they sparkle as she laughs, head thrown backwards with a hand placed over her plump lips.

She has very long legs that look as though they could go on for miles and he can't help himself - can't keep his eyes from following her legs as she walks, marches, towards them - towards him and his eyes flicker up to her face just in time.

"Gorgeous," Enzo shouts out from next to him and he's grinning as he leans forward to wrap the blonde in a hug and his heart sinks-

-just a little bit.

But what did he really think? That he'd honestly had a chance with her even if she wasn't spoken for?

The blonde snorts, pushing on Enzo's chest but she's not looking at him. Her eyes are zeroed in on Klaus.

"Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.

Enzo chuckles shaking his head but motions between the two of them.

"Blondie this is Klaus. Klaus this is blondie."

Caroline rolls her eyes and steps forward to Klaus, holding her hand out for him too shake and he immediately takes it.

"I prefer Caroline," she tells him, smiling brightly up at him. "But it's a pleasure to meet you, Klaus."

"Likewise," he mutters quietly.

He can feel her curves up against every line of him and their joint hands drop down to his side but Caroline as he's just learnt is suddenly smirking up at him, those blue eyes of hers twinkling in mischief.

"Yeah," she whispers, voice hoarse. "It certainly will be a pleasure to get to know you."

(Was he dreaming that way she placed emphasis on the pleasure?)

(With the way her eyes are shining up at him, he's inclined to think no.)

The rest of the nights a bit of blur to be honest. Meeting people, a few drinks here and there.

(Caroline hadn't stayed for long, a few smiles aimed up at him but then she'd gone, danced up to another brunette, swaying in her cheerleading uniform - Stefan's girlfriend if he remembers correctly.)

(He watches her ass in her short cheerleading skirt as she'd marched away, licking his lips and he'd heard Enzo snort, but he hadn't paid him any attention, merely shaking his head before facing the group of guys again.)

An hour or so later, he goes to the bathroom and he's barely got the door shut before it's opening again and there she is, sliding in next to him with that smirk on her face once more.

"Caroline," he breathes.

She gives him a smirk in reply.

"Klaus."

He doesn't know when it happens but suddenly he's pressed against the wall, Caroline against him. She bites her lip as her eyes gleam up at him.

He gulps and then swallows, his mouth parting with a question on his lips.

"Wha-"

"Don't you want to have some fun?" she asks, a hand trailing down his chest and pausing on his belt buckle and jesus fucking christ.

(A part of him certainly ahem enjoys the placement of his hand.)

"You're drunk," he tells her, tone accusing.

She laughs, head tipping backwards and her hair rubs against in chest in response.

"I'm really not," she tells him. "Not that any other guy would mind," she mutters under her breath.

He merely raises on eyebrow and her eyebrows scrunch together.

"Is this a British thing?" she asks, eyes narrowed into slits, though her hand is turning more purposeful on his belt and if she'd just move it slightly to the left, he knows she'd be-

He scoffs though it comes out as a muted sound and he's aware that his cheeks are flushing under her scrutinizing stare but he can't help it as his eyes divert from hers.

"Oh my god!" he hears her giggling tone and his head snaps up.

She has her hands over her mouth and he can tell she's figured it out, trying to stiffle her giggles but it's not doing much good.

And he knows it's coming-

"You're a virgin!" she exclaims.

And yepp.

(There it is.)