For you, my love. This is my first fanfic! I am a huge Klaroline shipper and love reading all the fics out there! I got inspired to start my own :) I've always wanted to read a fanfic where it stuck true to the main plot but really developed Klaroline's relationship, realistically. I hope I can do that! Read and review please!
Caroline was getting ready for the night she had been waiting for for what seems like forever. With everything that had been going on lately, prom seemed so surreal. After planning the prom almost singlehandedly, she was ready for everyone to have a good time. There was just one rainy cloud dancing over her parade: she didn't have a date. Since Klaus ran Tyler out of town, he stopped answering her phone calls. She missed having someone to talk to, someone to be there for her when everyone else was focused on Elena, or the cure, or whatever new problem showed up that day. She missed having someone around who cared.
God, she really hated Klaus sometimes. Okay she didn't hate him, but she sure as hell hated the way he made her feel. He was so confusing around Caroline! He was so honest, and so vulnerable around her. He let her in, allowed her to see his pain and charmed her with his romantic notions. But then he was also the thousand year old deranged, ruthless killer who took away Tyler, his mother, Jenna. A man who wasn't afraid to end a life to get what he wanted. How could someone capable of doing all those terrible things love Caroline? And expect her to magically fall in love with him and forget about her life and her friends and her values. She wasn't evil, she didn't enjoy killing people, or watching others suffer when they didn't deserve to.
UGH. She was searching her closet now for a good five minutes and her dress was no where to be found. She had placed it carefully in a clear dress bag at the end of her closet, and it wasn't there. Prom was starting in one hour and Caroline suddenly realized that she didn't have a dress. She freaked out, pacing back in forth in her room. Where could it have gone? But then she remembered Elena earlier that morning, Pretty dress Caroline!
And then she knew, the bitch stole her dress. At this point, Caroline didn't even want to go to prom, she wanted to stay in her sweatpants and a tank top and watch Food Network all night long. This emotionless Elena was heartless, cruel, and a plain bitch. She was honestly worse than Klaus at the moment, if that was even possible.
Klaus! Before she had time to process what she was saying, she was out the door, zooming to the Mikaelson Mansion.
She stopped suddenly on his porch, and rang the doorbell before she could stop herself. The door opened and Caroline was greeted with a genuine welcome from the hybrid himself.
"Caroline, what brings you to my humble abode?" he greeted her.
She smirked, "It really is a very humble abode." Klaus smiled and gestured for her to come in. Making their way into the living room, Caroline noticed Klaus's sketchpad on the sofa by the crackling fireplace. She was about to pick up the book when Klaus snatched it away before she could see the hidden mysteries that went on in the mind of the big bad alpha.
"You're not supposed to see those," he said nervously. Tossing the book to the other side of the room. He faced Caroline, who stood there with her eyebrows arched high, curious as to what he was so squeamish about.
"Why won't you let me see them?" she asked curiously. He'd always allowed her to see his art, in fact he often flaunted it at her.
"Never mind the drawings, what is it that brings you here this evening?" He stood quite close to her, a sultry gaze towards her. Caroline completely forgot about the sketchpad and even why she'd come to Klaus in the first place.
"Uh," she stuttered as she was caught in his gaze. He stared back, slowly raising one of his brows waiting for her to respond. She snapped out of her little trance and got the point.
"I need you to compel Elena," Caroline bluntly stated. Klaus stared back at her, utterly confused as to why his sweet Caroline would want to compel her best friend to do anything.
"Compel her to do what exactly?"
"Compel her to turn on her humanity. I can't stand the person she's becoming, and I know that if her humanity was on, she'd regret everything she's been doing lately," she blurted out. She stopped herself quickly before revealing too much. She didn't want to tell Klaus that Elena almost killed her, because she honestly wasn't sure how he'd react. But unfortunately, Klaus could read Caroline like an open book. He sensed that there was something she wasn't telling him.
"Caroline, what are you not telling me? What did she do to you?" He asked demandingly, growing more impatient as she refused to answer him. She avoided his stare, trying to think of something to say. Then it hit her. She looked at him and simply said, "She stole my prom dress."
Klaus studied Caroline for what seemed like forever. She tried not to fidget and look like she was keeping something from him. He didn't buy it, but decided to let it go for now.
"I believe that your senior prom is tonight, am I correct?" he clarified.
"In about an hour, yeah," suddenly freaking out that she didn't have a dress and that she couldn't not go to the stupid dance. She was Caroline Forbes, former Miss Mystic Falls, captain of the cheer squad, the girl who lived for these nights. And now she didn't even want to go.
She found herself confessing, "I don't even want to go at this point. All I want to curl up with a nice cup of B positive, and watch Hell's Kitchen and forget about the nightmare that is my life."
Klaus smiled as she vented to him, he was happy that she felt comfortable confiding in him. She was adorable when she was upset. Her lovely blond waves bouncing up and down, her big blue eyes gleaming with love and light.
"Now if there is one thing I know about you, Caroline Forbes, it is that you love a good party. You love to dress up, and you love to dance, " he stepped closer to her, Caroline trying to stay on her two feet. "I think tonight may surprise you in ways you wouldn't expect," and he was suddenly reminded of the surprise he had waiting for Caroline at her prom. He felt his heart drop to his stomach, knowing that after tonight, she may never come by anymore on these sudden occasions. She'd be with him. He pushed the thought aside as Caroline caught on to the change in Klaus's attitude.
She tilted her head and was about to ask what was wrong when he suddenly said, "Rebekah is upstairs getting ready for tonight and I swear she's bought more dresses than she'll ever wear. I'm sure she'd love to help you Caroline."
He gestured towards the spiraling staircase, and she just looked at him with the most sincere smile.
"Thank you," was all she said. But to him, it meant the world. It had become their subtle way of conveying all their feelings towards one another. Two words, but so much more between the lines.
Caroline went upstairs, and found Rebekah growling with frustration. She still hadn't picked a dress she'd liked. Klaus wasn't lying; there were dresses and gowns everywhere. On the bed, on the floor, draped over the chairs and couches. She spotted a lovely strapless golden-yellow colored dress. Caroline cleared her throat, as she walked towards the gown, "This dress would look great on you." Rebekah turned around quickly to find Caroline in her room holding up a dress she hadn't tried on yet. She raised her brow, but before she could say anything, Caroline continued, "It would bring out your tan."
Rebekah stared at Caroline, unsure if she should be trusted. Caroline walked over to Rebekah, held up the dress, and smiled. Rebekah wasn't sure why Caroline was being so nice, but she took the dress from her hand and took it to the mirror. She placed it over the dress she was wearing now and imagined herself in it. She did like the beading at the top, and Caroline was right about it bringing out her tan. "Thanks," Rebekah said.
Caroline smiled back, as she toured Rebekah's elaborate room eyeing some of the beautiful gowns.
"Why aren't you getting ready for tonight? Didn't you like plan it or something?" Rebekah finally asked.
"Yeah, or something. I don't know, I guess I'm just not feeling it tonight," she said honestly.
"Afraid you're not going to get crowned prom queen?" Rebekah said jokingly.
"Honestly, I could care less about being prom queen. It doesn't mean anything if you don't have anyone to share it with," she sat down on the bed and began to bring some order to the chaos that was Dolce and Gabbana and Christian Dior.
"Caroline, I of all people, who have absolutely no one in my life that I can depend on or anyone to share anything with, am going to this stupid dance tonight. If I am going, you sure as hell are too," Rebekah revealed whole heartedly, attempting to cheer Caroline up.
Caroline smiled softly, "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. Elena stole my dress. Bitch."
Rebekah laughed aloud, gesturing with her arm wide at the array of dresses for her to choose, "Take your pick."
After what seemed like hours, Caroline finally chose a very vintage looking dress. It wasn't a typical prom dress, but it was very Caroline. Rebekah said it was hers in the 1920s. Caroline was absolutely in love with it, and when she tried it on, it fit perfectly. After thanking her lucky stars that she and Rebekah were the same dress and shoe size, she was starting to feel a little bit more in the prom mood.
Once Rebekah and Caroline were dressed and ready to go, they made their way to the staircase and began to descend the spiral. Klaus heard them laughing, and the sounds soothed him. It was nice to know that his sister and Caroline were getting along.
Klaus saw her instantly. Her pearl white gown perfectly accentuated her godly curves. Long skinny arms, gracefully swayed by her side. Blonde hair neatly pinned back to the side, with still a few pieces falling out. He was once again awestruck by her genuine beauty, the never ending light that illuminated within her. He wanted so desperately to have her in that moment, to caller her his and never let her go.
Caroline was turned towards Rebekah giggling about some joke when she reached the bottom of the steps. Rebekah cleared her throat, "Nik you've got a bit of drool on your mouth."
Caroline turned towards Klaus to see him staring at her like he'd seen God. Klaus snapped out of his little trance and gave his sister a very sarcastic smile.
Caroline smiled at him and said, "Not bad for something last minute, huh?"
"Love, your last minute beats Rebekah's all day of preparation," he said teasingly.
Rebekah grimaced at her brother, walking off somewhere, anywhere to be rid of his brotherly annoyance.
"And Rebekah," he said towards her before she disappeared, "I really do hope you enjoy yourself tonight baby sister." She smiled at him as she rolled her eyes.
"See you later, Nik."
Caroline and Klaus stood awkwardly for a moment, staring into each other's eyes, yet again. She cleared her throat and began, "Well, I should probably get going before it ends."
Klaus walked over to the small table next to the base of the stairs and picked up a very familiar black box. He opened the case and revealed the infamous diamond bracelet he'd once given to her for her birthday, what seemed like ages ago. Caroline opened her mouth to say something but had no idea what to say. She just looked at him with the most sincere smile, hoping he wouldn't notice her blush. He smiled to one side, his dimples deep as buckets. He removed the bracelet from its container and shoved the box in his back pocket. He reached for her bare hand as he stepped closer to her as he put on the bracelet. There was something comforting, but also electrifying, about the touch of his rough, strong hands against her soft wrists. As he was putting the bracelet on, Caroline watched his gentle movements, his compassionate gaze in those beautiful blue-green eyes of his. When he was done, he held her arm and looked up at her radiating face.
"Enjoy tonight, Caroline. You are beautiful, strong, and the most deserving. Remember that always and forever," Klaus finally spoke. He wasn't ready to say goodbye to her, for he knew this would be the last genuine moment between them. He would return to her life, and Klaus hated that. But he knew she would never truly be content with their blossoming friendship if he'd continued to be so stubborn. All he wanted was her happiness, to see her smile, to know she was safe. He'd decided that would be enough for now.
"Thank you, for everything," she said as she broke away from his comforting hold. She found Rebekah and the two of them headed for the door. Caroline turned around one last time to wave Klaus goodbye. He stood by the door, his smile never leaving his perfect face, as he returned her goodbye.
When the door shut, Klaus stood in place for a moment, thinking only one thing:
You are most welcome, my love.
There we have it, my first chapter! Please review, feedback would mean the world! I have some ideas of how to make Klaroline's relationship progress, them learning to trust each other and really open up. They'll be spending a lot more time together in my world :)