Jealousy
Klaus has been acting weird lately. Since Stefan got here, to be more accurate, he's been grumpier than usual–if that scowl on his face wasn't already permanent than she's pretty sure it is now–and he's been spending way too much time locked inside his studio with only bottles of scotch for company… and depressive classic music in the background.
She has a pretty good idea as to why he's been acting like this; she does admit that she's been neglecting him for the past week in order to catch up with her BFF–
–which okay, she might have had the illusion that she was in love with him at some point, but Klaus doesn't know that… right?
Oh, well, he has nothing to worry about and she thought he knew that, so she let it slide, thinking it'd go away soon.
Needless to say, she was wrong. It didn't go away, it actually got worse.
Every time she got home from a day out with Stefan, Klaus left his studio, glared at them–if looks could kill she and her friend would be dead, buried and eaten by worms at this point–and left for his studio again, closing the door rather roughly behind him. At night he'd slide in their bed without a word and sleep with his back turned to her. No "Goodnight, love," no kiss, no sex. Caroline was getting frustrated with his petty jealousy, so much that she had considered tying him up to a chair and beating him up until he realized how much of an idiot he actually is.
But she decided that maybe that wasn't the best approach after all.
And that is how she ended up in their bed in only red lace lingerie and black heels. She would bang his brains out until he got inside that thick skull of his that he was the one she wanted to be with…
Or so she planned.
"What do you mean you're going out for drinks with Stefan?" She asked him incredulously.
Klaus was standing by their dresser looking for his wallet.
"Stefan invited me to go out and have some drinks and I said yes."
Stefan invited him for drinks? That made no sense. Like no sense at all. Why would Stefan invite him for drinks? And most importantly, why would Klaus choose that over having sex with her?
She kept staring at him with the same incredulous look still on her face.
"I'm half naked in our bed and you are going out to have drinks with Stefan?" she asked.
Unfreakingbelivable!
He turned to look at her with apologetic eyes, "Sorry, love, but you'll have to wait."
Wait? Oh, no, mister, nah-huh.
She arched an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms in front of her chest, "I won't wait, Klaus. It's now or never."
He kept staring at her for a couple of minutes, seemingly unsure of what to do. She scoffed at his indecision, fuming now.
"Let me make this easier for you," said slowly, the anger and frustration very much present in her tone. "Go out, have fun with your boyfriend. But don't expect to touch me for a very long time."
Asshole.
Klaus sighed and ran his hand down his face. "Caroline-"
"Go!" She shouted, pointing at the door.
He raised and dropped his arms in frustration before leaving the room, muttering something that sounded incredibly like "women" and "this conversation isn't over."
Caroline sunk in bed with her arms crossed and a huge pout on her face.
So much for her plans…
It was past midnight when he arrived home and she was still lying in bed awake. She couldn't sleep; she could never sleep when Klaus left home after a fight. So she waited for him to join her in bed. But he never did and she heard the door to his studio open and close and him pouring himself a glass of scotch.
Caroline frowned and got up deciding to check what had put her Klaus in a mood again. Maybe he was just scared to lie next to her after that fight—
—except that they had had worst fights over the past year they've been together and he was never afraid to do that before, which made her even more curious as to what was going on in that complicated mind of his.
She slowly knocked on the door before getting inside where he was turned to the window with a huge blank canvas in front of him and a drink in his hand.
"Hey," she said hesitantly.
"Why knock if you won't wait for an answer?" He growled and finished his drink in one go.
So his mood is worse than she imagined. Great, but it's okay, she can deal with this jerk.
Pulling her cardigan over her very sexy pajamas—that Klaus won't be allowed to take off of her, by the way—and walked closer to him.
"Why so grumpy? Not that you ever needed a reason to pull a grumpy cat anyway," she smirked at him when he turned around to face her rolling his eyes.
"It's none of your business."
"Um, I'm your girlfriend; everything you do is my business."
"Then is not everything you do my business too?"
"Different rules apply for men and women," she said lightly and offered him a small smile.
He scoffed, turning away from her again.
"You didn't have fun with your boyfriend?" She asked sarcastically.
Silence, it was all she was meant with.
"Oh, c'mom, you blew me off for a guy and it wasn't even fun? Is Stefan making you question your sexuality now?" She mocked.
"My sexuality is fine," he replied, clearly not amused.
"Are you dumping me then?" She kept mocking unfazed by the glares he was throwing in her direction. "You are! You are dumping me for Stefan."
She knew mocking him would only make things worse, but she couldn't help it, it was too much fun to mess with Klaus.
"Drop it."
She sighed. "Look, I thought about it and I know that having drinks with him must have been really important to you, considering you dumped sex with me for it and you never dump sex with me for anything, especially when I'm practically throwing myself at you. I bought that set of lingerie just for—"
"Caroline."
"Okay, so the point is, I know it was important to you and now here you are all moody and broody and I really want to know what happened."
He just looked sad now which made her curiosity grow.
"I don't want to talk about it."
She growled in frustration. God, he could be such a baby sometimes!
"Fine, whatever, just stay here sulking alone," she turned to leave stomping her foot.
She could be a baby too, mister!
He sighed sadly making her stop near the door and turn around again.
He was giving her the lost puppy look. Oh, shit.
She lifted an eyebrow. "Klaus, what happened tonight?"
Silence.
"Klaus," she repeated in harder tone this time. "Tell me what happened."
"Fine," he spoke defeated. "You know how Stefan and I used to be friends in the 20s, right?"
"I know how you and ripper Stefan were friends in the 20s."
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah and you know how I wanted to rekindle that friendship back in—"
"How you so pathetically chased after him begging to be his friend again?" She asked amusedly. "Yeah, I remember."
He glared at her and she raised her hands in surrender. "Fine, I'll stop. Tell me."
"Well, when he asked if I wanted to have drinks I thought that maybe he wanted to rekindle things too, but all he wanted was to talk about how I don't deserve you and that if I ever hurt you he'd find a way to make my life miserable," he pouted. "Then he left and I stayed at the bar drinking until now."
Caroline was stunned and didn't really know what to say to him. Of course Stefan would play the protective best friend slash big brother part and defend her. He was her friend, not Klaus's, as much as the hybrid wishes him to be. Honestly, she kind of feel bad for the (lost puppy) man in front of her, he really wanted Stefan's friendship. But really, what did he expect? That Stefan would forget all the awful things he's done to him and just be buddies with Klaus again? He should know by now that that's not how things work. Didn't he learn that with her?
Caroline sighed and was about to voice him this when a new thought crossed her mind.
"Wait…" she frowned. "All this time when you were sulking and I thought you were jealous of Stefan… I was wrong, wasn't I? It wasn't Stefan you were jealous of. You were jealous of me!" She pointed an accusatory finger at him.
He was silent but his face said it all, he looked like a deer caught by the flash light.
Suddenly a burst of laughter passed her lips.
"It's not funny," he pouted.
"I know, I know," she tried to stifle her laugh, but found out she couldn't.
"Then stop laughing!"
"I'm sorry, I can't," she couldn't help it, her a thousand years old boyfriend jealous of her because he lacked social skills and common sense. "This is too damn good."
"Caroline," he warned.
"Okay, I'll stop laughing." And so stop laughing she did. "Come, let's go back to bed. We can talk about your obsession with Stefan tomorrow when we're both rested."
She took him by the hand and started to lead him to the bedroom.
"I'm not obsessed with Stefan."
"If you say so."
