"Nobody sits during dance class," a blonde woman with a very red dress said
to Klaus as he sat in the corner of the darkly lit room watching the
couples pairing up.
He hadn't realized at first that she had spoken to busy commiserating in the fact that he had to come here on the first place, he could dance.
Rebekah had no idea what she was talking about and he would
not embarrass her on her wedding day.
When she strode closer is when his attention turned to her recalling vaguely what she had said before, "I'm just here to watch," he replied crossing his arms defensively.
She smiled brilliantly as her hand reached for him, "Like I said, No one sits," hesitantly he reached for her hand.
"I don't even have a partner," he said trying to reason with her which was his big mistake.
"Then you'll dance with me," she said with a wink as she tugged him along beside her in front of the room.
Klaus could feel himself grow hot the further he got from the dark corner
and away from his comfort zone.
It seemed she could tell not that it helped him still relief flooded him when she leaned in closer and he inhaled her scent relaxing him for a moment.
"It's okay, I still get nervous all the time," she whispered to him before directing the pianist behind them.
She turned her hair and skirt swirling with the motion as she faced him and
directed the crowd into a proper stance.
"I'm Caroline," she murmured to him as the crowd fell into step with the tune and Klaus was left to deal with the teacher.
"Klaus," he murmured back as she framed herself into him, her words not his.
After a few practice steps she looked up meeting his eyes,"You're too stiff," she said before bubbling up in laughter at the look of his face.
"I thought posture was important," he said with a smile as they continued dancing.
"It is," she agreed, "But so is flow, movement, feeling," she said in explanation her head bopping with her words before they gazes connected.
"I babble when I'm nervous," she confessed looking back at her students
as if just remembering them.
"I sit in corners and get harassed into dancing by beautiful women," he teased as Caroline made a face in response.
She didn't say anything after that and he didn't comment on the coloring
of her cheeks that had nothing to do with the movement of the dance.
When the song had ended they practiced it again, close to an hour of quiet
banter between the pair made them forget there was still a class to be
taught.
Klaus caught himself more than once feeling captivated by the
woman with the blue eyes and soft curls in front of him.
So much so he was saddened with the class was over and Caroline reluctantly
slipped from his fingers clapping for her students,
"Thank you all for coming," she said as they clapped with her in thanks.
Klaus stood awkwardly in the corner wondering if he should go slipping out
undetected as he had originally planned.
But when Caroline turned her head to look at him with a smile that lit her eyes he felt frozen in place.
The room had cleared he noticed as she strutted towards him the soft clicking
of her heels following was the only clue that she wasn't in fact floating
towards him as he felt she was.
"Mikaelson," she said as she stood closer to him than before, "Your sister was concerned you wouldn't show," she said with a grin as his face fell.
"I suppose it was her idea I dance with the teacher too," he asked feeling duped.
"No," she replied with a lift and drop of her shoulders. "Lucky coincidence," she remarked her hands behind her back as she took a step back.
Klaus took a step forward, "I'm parched," He supplied clearing his throat as he reached for her arm.
"Would You like to have a drink with me," he asked with all the
charm he could muster making her laugh as she nodded.
"I would," she said as his fingers slid down her arm.
"Just one moment," she said to him before turning to the painist, "Could you lock up," she asked getting a comfirmation soon after waving her off.
Klaus watched eagerly as she reached over the sign in table and grabbed her raincoat and bag.
"Do you have a place in mind," she asked as he helped her into her coat
before locking his arm with hers escorting her.
"Russo's down the street, I go there often when I'm looking to unwind," he said finding it odd that the pair had never met before and yet he lived nearby.
"I love it there," she supplied almost jumping from excitement, "Karokee night," she confessed.
"I think I just put together how we've never met," he said earning
himself a nudge as they crossed the street.