Hi this is my first fanfiction so sorry for any mistakes I've made I LOVE Klaroline and I'm waiting patiently for them to finally get together.

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Klaus wasn't perfect.

Dear God he wasn't anything near perfect, he was reminded of that almost daily. He had broken just about every rule in the book. He had stolen. He had lied. He had even killed. Multiple times, for his own profit and sometimes just for the hell of it. He was no saint or prince and she deserved far better than him. He knew that from the moment he had seen her, that this was someone who deserved the world and all the fantastic things in it. But he still hoped that somehow someway she would return his feelings.

So he set out to make her fall in love with him. He had tried flowers, presents and each time she had turned him down but that of course made him want her more. He was absolutely smitten with her wit, beauty, stubbornness, loyalty, and above all the light that she seemed to radiate. When he was around her for the first time in 1000 years he felt alive.

And then suddenly one day everything changed the normal and quiet atmosphere, well for mystic falls that is, that had been hanging around was shattered on a Sunday morning leaving chaos and confusion. He was wandering around town when he found himself outside of her house. He hadn't noticed where he was going until he was there and he stared at it for a moment deciding what to do before walking up to the door and knocking softly. The door swung open upon his touch however and he could hear sniffling coming from in the house. So he followed it to the foot of the stairs where she was curled up in a ball with her arms wrapped around her knees tears streaming down her face.

"Caroline" he gasped "what's wrong?"

She looked up at him "Klaus-" she started before breaking out into fresh sobs.

"sshh ssh it will all be ok love" he said as he sank down onto the step beside her wrapping his arms around her. She stiffened for a moment before melting into his embrace pressing her face into his chest and soaking his shirt with tears. They sat like that for hours her crying and him whispering words of comfort and rubbing her back.

Maybe one day he thought he would be her prince but until then he was content just to be helping her up when she fell, and encouraging her when times were tough. No he wasn't in any way perfect he wasn't a saint or a prince but he would be someone to fall back on and for as long as she would let him he would be there for her waiting and hoping.