A drabble - in which Caroline has a little too much to drink and is taken care of by a sober Klaus.

"Give me the bottle back!" Caroline whined as she reached for the tequila bottle currently in Klaus' hands. She was starting to get annoyed. Who made him her father? Who said he had the right to tell her she couldn't drink anymore?

Klaus smiled as he saw her get more annoyed with him. He shook his head and handed the bottle back to the bartender, grabbing Caroline by the arm. He pulled her away from the bar and towards the door, wanting to get her out of here.

Caroline wanted to scream. Here she was having a fabulous time all by herself at the bar, and then Klaus and his weird googly-eyed stares at her came along and ruined all of her fun. Why did he even care what she did in her own free time?

Klaus felt her pulling against him, knew she was dragging her feet against the floor to fault his speed, and he was the one who was starting to get annoyed now. He turned around and looked at her. "Stop fighting me, Caroline. I'm taking you home."

"No!" she yelled yanking her hand away. "I don't want to go home. Home reminds me of my mom, who's never there anymore because she's off saving the town from God knows what. And home reminds me of my dad, who is dead now, and of Tyler who is still missing…" She trailed off as she was speaking to him, shaking her head and sighing. "I need more to drink."

Klaus watched as Caroline walked back towards the bar and raced to get in front of her. He saw the shocked look on her face and grinned, picking her up and hauling her over his shoulder. "Sorry, sweetheart, but no more for you tonight."

Caroline thrashed and kicked against him as he held her over his shoulder. This was absolutely ridiculous. She could make it home herself, she didn't need him. "Put me down!"

Klaus knew her struggle against him, he could barely feel her strength against his own. It took him longer than he liked but he finally got her home, setting her down on her feet in front of her door. "Do I need to come tuck you in, as well? Or can I trust you to make it on your own."

Caroline narrowed her eyes at him as she tried to remain her balance. Her body teetered back and forth, her eyes feeling too heavy to remain open. She pointed her finger at him, almost falling over. "You - you need to just leave me alone, okay? I don't even want bracelets or pictures of me next to horses."

Klaus tried his best not to laugh too loudly at her, but she was just so damn adorable like this. "Okay, then tell me what you do want."

"I don't want anything from you. You're a big meanie, you kill people, and I don't just forget that, you know."

Klaus nodded his head and grabbed her purse to fish out her keys. He walked around her and opened her door, grabbing her arm and pulled her inside. "Goodnight, Caroline," he said, smiling at her. He really wanted to kiss her right now, to show her that he really did have a lot to offer, but knew this wasn't the time or place.

Caroline rolled her eyes and pushed him out of her house, her hand on the doorknob. "Yeah, whatever. Thanks for dragging me home against my will. I can't wait to find some sort of present from you tomorrow morning when I wake up, you creeper."

She slammed the door and stumbled up the stairs, surprised she was able to make it to her bed at all.