A/N: Hey, guys! I've meaning to compile all my drabbles on here and I finally got around to it :D These are being posted in no particular order until I get them all posted and post new ones as I write them.

This one is one I wrote for Klaroline Fools Day! It's set in 4x07 right after Klaus teases Caroline about her Miss Mystic Falls applicaton. Hope you like it. Hopefully it's humorous.

Her Date

Caroline calms her giggles to steady her breathing, lifting her glass flute to her lips and downing the bubbly champagne. Her cheeks are sore from grinning so widely. If she is being honest, she can't remember the last time she has had this much fun with someone. Her life has become so mangled in the last year that she would forget most days that she is still young.

Ironic that the oldest person she knows is the one to remind her.

Her eyes flit towards Klaus's and is again caught in his all consuming gaze. A jolt of electricity surges straight to her very core, and she drops her eyes.

She wants to curse him every time she meets those mesmerizing eyes. Before, she could convince herself that she couldn't look at him because she cringed at the nefarious man in front of her, but today, she can't deny that what she fears is the unabashed smile he would inevitably elicit.

He had proved her fears just minutes ago when he drew out not only her laughter, but also knocked down nearly all her walls, effortless. If she isn't careful, he would reach her heart soon enough.

However, the more frequently Klaus opens his mouth, the more she forgets why she is supposed to treat him with hostility. This is bad, very bad.

Isn't she the one who is outmaneuvering him?

Get together it, Caroline! She mentally slaps herself. Who cares if he's funnier than Tyler. It doesn't mean a thing. Her eyes widen at what she has just admitted to herself. He better not have heard that.

She peeks back up at him and finds him staring curiously at her, amused.

"What?" She asks.

"I was just ruminating over the possible duties one takes on as the chairman of the beautification committee," he continues to tease. "What kind of credentials does one need to beautify a structure?" He laughs lightheartedly.

"Seriously?" She shoots to her feet, her exasperated body towering over him. She has to fight the urge to push him off the bench. Who knows where that amount of intimate contact can lead. "You suck- no pun intended."

They both share a laugh as she takes her seat back beside him.

Caroline wiggles her less than half filled flute at him, an expect expression on her face. Klaus smirks at her as he refills her glass, his eyes never leaving her face.

"I hope you realize that I'm totally going to get back at you for the whole Miss Mystic Falls application thing."

"Oh, really?"

"Really. I play to win." She sips her champagne and sits it next to her. "But if you wanted to save me the trouble, you could even the playing field and tell me something embarrassing about yourself." Caroline arches a brow at him. "I dare you."

Klaus chortles at her cheekiness. "How can I refuse the reigning Miss Mystic Falls?"

A shy smile creeps along Caroline's lips.

"When I was a lad- I'm sure you'd be surprised to know- my siblings and I weren't the most well behaved in the village."

"I'm floored," she quips.

He continues to inform her of a story about how he and his sibling had broken into one of the sheds, and Kol had dared him to steal a chicken.

"You did not!" Caroline exclaims. "Seriously? What were you going to do with a chicken?"

"Well, I could eat it, for one," he answers. "But, unfortunately, Kol pointed out the wrong one to me."

"What do you mean?"

"That chicken had a temper to match Rebekah's," Klaus states regrettably

Caroline covers her mouth with her hand, muffling the giggle she feels slipping out. Her mind is running rampant, imaging the scene that had probably played out.

"Wait, so…" She starts.

Klaus holds up a defensive finger. "That chicken was bloody mad. It had the voice of a rooster and the aggression of a wasp." Caroline throws her head back, laughing unrestrained. "A minute after I picked it up, it all just went dark after that… or should I say white, considering I couldn't see an inch past the explosion of feathers. Oh, and yes, please, feel free to laugh at my suffering."

The vampire gasps for breath in between laughs. "I'm not- I'm just… So you're telling me that the most powerful creature on the planet got his ass kicked by a chicken?" She doubles over, trying her best not to blatantly laugh in his face- and she isn't. She is laughing in the other direction.

"Let me be very clear, sweetheart." His voice becomes authoritative. "I was not defeated by a chicken. I would not be here if that were the case. No, I simply noticed that the chicken had more allies than I in that confined space and I was without a weapon while he had a very sharp beak that were trying to take out my eyes. We retreated to fetch our weapons."

Caroline presses her lips together, in an attempt to suppress her laughter.

"So you could go to war… with chickens?"

"We all do things we regret as humans, now, don't we?" He defends.

"Yeah… we do." Caroline finishes her flute, her eyes never wavering from his. He's looking at her like he has understood every thought that has ever passed through her. Chills run through her.

Their eyes are finally pulled apart when Mrs. Fell approaches them. Caroline simultaneously feels relief and resentment towards the woman.

"Caroline, I'm glad I found you," Mrs. Fell smiles. "April and Jeremy are no where to be found, and the dance is in a few minutes. We need someone to fill in."

"What?" Caroline rises to her feet. "Where did they go?"

"No one knows. But we can't have that one spot open."

"Well, where are we going to find another couple who knows the dance?"

Mrs. Fell's eyes drifted from Klaus to Caroline with a knowing look.

Caroline's eyes widen and her heart races. Her eye darts over to Klaus, who grins back at her with a ready countenance. She grinds her teeth at the smug look on his face.

"No," she denies the lady.

"Why? You are the current Miss Mystic Falls. It's your responsibility that everything goes over well, including that all spots are taken on the dance floor."

Caroline desperately searches for a legitimate excuse. "Klaus doesn't know the dance."

"Actually, I have it memorized by heart." He stands beside her. "It would be my pleasure to dance with Caroline. She is my date after all." Klaus's hand lightly wraps around her waist.

She swears she can't breathe as she's breathing in his musky scent so close. She flashes him a tight-lipped smile, and does everything to hold in her anger. "How thoughtful. I am so lucky… but I shouldn't take my eyes off the pageant that long. I wouldn't be a very good host if I ditched my responsibilities to dance with my date."

Mrs. Fell smiles at her sympathetically. "You've been working so hard today. You deserve a break. Have fun!"

"Wait!" Caroline pleaded. "I… I… I'm not dressed for dancing." She gestures to her slim green dress. "I can't go out there in this."

"I think you look lovely," Klaus praises her, and she rolls her eyes.

"Klaus is right," the older woman agrees. "It doesn't matter what you wear, Caroline. You'll be as graceful and beautiful as the day of your pageant and that's all anyone will be thinking about. Have fun, you two, okay?"

Caroline's mouth is agape as she watches the woman walk away.

Did someone actually just say Klaus is right?

"May I have this dance?" Klaus holds his hand out to her, an arrogant smile on his face.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Well, my parents did call me an abomination when I was a child."

She narrows her eyes at him. "That's not what I meant. Dancing was not included in the deal we made."

"Really? I don't remember reading that part. I must have skimmed over it," he retorts.

"Klaus," she threatens.

"It will be fine." He gently takes her hand in his, leading her towards the center of the pageant. "What's wrong? Are you afraid that you will fall in love with me if I hold you?" He chuckles.

She abruptly halts. Her entire face heats and her heart skips a beat. It hasn't registered until he says the words aloud, but she is certain that his joke is entirely possible.

Klaus's eyes suddenly become grave as they bore into her.

Klaus doesn't have telekinesis, but she has no doubt in that moment that he can read her mind like a book.

The violins begin and the elegant tempo overwhelms the pageant. Five couples are surrounded by the mass of guests, watching with fascination.

Caroline is shaking internally, while her face is contrived to remain cool.

Klaus mirrors her movements as she sticks her hand out flat towards him and then walks clockwise.

"You know, you have more grace and balance than most of the queens I've met." Klaus's eyes study her carefully.

"It's not hard, really," she says modestly. "All you need is practice and patience. You just have to want to do something. And everyone who competes in the pageant has to learn to dance."

"Then explain to me why all the other contestants seem to have two left feet," he whispers.

Caroline gasps and turns her head, searching for anyone who could have heard him. When she confirms that she was the only one, she tries and fails to suppress her laughter. "Okay, so maybe not everyone is meant to dance."

She switches hands and begin moving counter clockwise.

"You know, you deserve to feel like royalty on more than just one night," he says in a hushed tone.

"Klaus…"

He can't do this to her, not now.

"I know." He stares into her eyes deeply as their bodies connect, his hand on her lower back and his other hand clasps with her own.

Caroline's hand feels tingly from where their hands are joined and spread to the length of her arm. Her breathing becomes heavy as she is locked into his eyes. She's lost in them. The audience begins to dissipate from her mind and all she sees is him.

Klaus holds her body so carefully, yet so securely, like he's afraid she'll disappear, but he doesn't want to scare her off simultaneously.

For some reason, she's never felt so safe, yet in danger.

Klaus is dangerous, not just to her physical being, but to her heart as well.

The song swiftly comes to an end and her heart clenches when he lets go.

"You're a good dancer too," she admits. His face lights up at her confession. "But there are a lot of good dancers out there, so don't think you're special. You're not special until I see you on Dancing With the Stars."

"We wouldn't want that, now, would we?" The corners of his lips lift into a haughty grin.

She rolls her eyes.

"Caroline."

"Yes, Klaus?" She asks reluctantly.

"The dance, was it as horrid as you pictured?"

She ponders her answer. He is staring at her with those guileless eyes that pull on her heart strings.

Damn him.

"It wasn't entirely as bad as I thought it would be."

Klaus's mouth stretches out into the widest grin she's ever seen him wear.

Caroline exhales deeply, walking away from him. She knows then that they are both aware that they weren't talking about the dance anymore.