Prompt: hi! I was wondering if u have the time can u do a drabble with klaroline on a blind date?
Here you go anon! Sorry it's taken me a while! Hope you enjoy!
Caroline brushed her sweaty palms against the fabric of her black dress as she nervously sat down in the chair the maître d had pulled out for her. She smiled at him briefly in thanks, pulling out her phone to shoot Bonnie a text.
If he stands me up, I will kill you
-C
You're the one who joined the online dating site!
-B
Yeah, but I'm also eternally 17 so I'm stuck being hit on by high school guys instead of men. You encouraged it!
-C
It will be fine. Gotta go, Tina is calling
-B
Caroline sighed before putting her phone back in her clutch. Bonnie was well into her 40s now, raising a 15 year old daughter with her completely human husband, Max. Elena was off with the Salvatore of the decade, so right now it was Stefan. Damon was off being the night terror inducer in New York City, Matt was happily married with three kids in Mystic Falls, and Caroline was on her fifth year of living in Nashville, TN. She loved the southern atmosphere, filled with friendly, talented people, country music everywhere, and fabulous food.
Nashville was busy, loud, and fun.
It was a great distraction from the fact her mother had died ten years previously from a sudden heart attack. Caroline had tried staying around Mystic Falls when her mother was alive, making an attempt to visit Liz at least once a month from her Washington DC apartment. But when she died, Caroline packed up her old house, apartment, and left. She visited New York, Seattle, Florida, California, and then eventually settled in Nashville. She would have traveled abroad, but something didn't sit right with going alone.
Plus, going without a certain Original Hybrid didn't seem appealing.
That's how she ended up here at the ripe age of 48, eternally 17, awaiting her eHarmony date. She didn't know that much about him since they messaged about five times, just that his name was Nick Mason, he was artistic, a fan of traveling, and that he was HOT. If he was anything like his profile picture, where he had brown hair and green eyes, Caroline was definitely going to force herself to have a good time just so that she could stare at him for an extended period of time. Plus, if he was a psycho killer Caroline could definitely hold her own against him.
Fangs have their perks.
She checked her phone, cursing under her breath at the time. He was already 10 minutes late, no brownies points for him. Sipping at the water the waiter placed in front of her, Caroline flipped through her menu. The hair on the back of her neck prickled when she heard a infuriatingly familiar accent behind her.
"Hello Caroline."
Caroline whirled around in her chair, breath catching in her throat at the sight of Klaus Mikaelson. He was just as devilishly handsome as he was ten years ago, his hair slightly longer and his stubble shorter. His trademark smirk was plastered across his face, making her stomach swoop slightly.
"Klaus," she stuttered, blinking at him. His grin widened as he moved to stand by her date's empty chair.
"May I?" he gestured, and Caroline turned to face him wondering if her face looked as shocked as she felt.
She shook her head numbly. "I'm meeting someone."
"I know," he smiled cockily, slipping into the chair. "Nick Mason at your service."
Caroline's mouth dropped open and she vaguely wondered if vampires could have heart attacks from shock. "W-what?"
"Having a rough time meeting people too?" he joked, motioning to the waiter for a drink. "There is just something about me being a mass-murder that scares women off."
Frantically glancing around to make sure no one reacted to the words "mass-murder," Caroline pulled herself together to glare at him. "Seriously?"
"There's my girl," Klaus mused, looking at her affectionately. She shot him a dark look, causing his smiled to grow.
"I cannot believe you. Ugh!" Caroline huffed. "What am I saying? Of course you would."
Klaus just opened his menu, completely ignoring the fact that his date was fuming at the other end of the table. "What are you going to eat?"
"What am I going to eat? I'm going to eat takeout because there is no way on earth I'm staying here."
"Now, sweetheart," he began, Caroline inwardly shivered at the pet name. "There is no reason to skimp out on a perfectly good free meal."
"It is when your date completely deceived you," she muttered, narrowing her eyes at him.
"How can I acquit myself?" he asked, innocently cocking his head at her while looking at her with those blazing blue eyes at him.
She was instantly brought back to the last moment she had with him, at her mother's funeral. He had sit at the back of the church alone during the service, that same inquisitive look on his face. He came up to her after the service, placing a bouquet of white lilies in her hand. She just said two words; "not yet," and he understood. Klaus kissed her temple and then her lips, tasting the salt from her tears.
And then he was gone.
She ignored his question, turning to look up at the waiter. With clenched teeth, she ordered a Caesar salad and the most expensive bottle of wine that the place had to offer. Klaus placed his order quickly, and then they were left alone.
"So online dating?" he mused, raising her eyebrows at him. She let out an annoyed breath, pursing her lips together. "I thought you'd never have to turn to this, love."
"It's hard to meet guys," she explained indignantly. "Plus all of the commercials say that it works out!"
"And does it?"
"Well, this was my first," she answered, crossing her arms across her chest.
"And how is it going so far?"
She rolled her eyes. "Well, my date turned out to be a thousand year old hybrid stalker from my past. You tell me."
He grinned at her, "I think it's the best date of my life."
She ran a hand down the front of her face, exasperatedly sighing. "So, spill. How did you find out?"
"I know many things, love."
"The profile picture?"
"One of my servants in New Orleans," he grinned to her annoyance.
She rolled her eyes, "Why?"
Klaus shrugged nonchalantly, accepting the glass of wine that the waiter came to drop off. "I missed you."
Her heart thudded at the rare vulnerability he displayed. "Really?"
"It's been about ten years since I last saw you. Twenty before that," he mused. "I know I said I would wait, love, but I do miss seeing you."
She smiled slightly at that, her anger fading. Try as she may, she missed him too. They kept in contact on and off through the years, whether through a phone call once a year, or a post card every once in a while. Nothing serious, but enough to build a slight attachment to those mementos and calls.
"And Nashville really is a fascinating city," he finished. "I figured it was time for a visit."
"To buy cowboy boots and go line dancing?" she teased with a fake saccharine smile.
"I know the best place," he quipped with a smile.
She pressed her lips together in a thin line, trying to keep her face neutral. He looked back at her just intensely, the amusement in his eyes glittering. The visual of Klaus in jeans and cowboy boots while line dancing almost too much to keep in. The corners of her mouth itched to turn up in a smile, but she settled for taking a sip of her wine glass.
"Well then," she started, tossing her curls over her shoulder. "Who am I to turn away free food and ego-stroking?"
"You're a light in this city," Klaus quipped, causing Caroline to giggle.
"I guess you're forgiven," she smiled. "But I want dessert."
"Oh I'll give you dessert, love," Klaus flirted, leaning across the table with a lustful glare. Caroline sucked in a low breath, flashing back the fateful day in the woods thirty years ago. She licked her bottom lip absently, watching as Klaus' eyes followed the motion.
It had been a while for her, and it had been thirty years since she first and last been with Klaus.
And that was a long time for a vampire.
"Will you?" she teased back, enjoying the way Klaus' eye widened at her blatant flirting.
"Don't tease me, love," he groaned, his eyes flashing at her. She giggled, taking another sip of her wine.
Their waiter interrupted them, Caroline having to kick Klaus under the table to keep him from ripping his head off. Their food was placed in front of them and they ate silently for a few minutes.
"I never thanked you for coming to my mom's funeral," Caroline confessed, looking down at her plate.
"Anything for you," he looked up from his plate, his eyes meeting hers. Caroline chewed thoughtfully, sneaking a look at her companion.
"Sweetheart, I can't concentrate when you look at me like that," he mused, taking a bite.
"Like what?" she asked, narrowing her eyes in confusion.
Klaus looked up from his plate, and shrugged his shoulders slightly before answering quietly. "Like I'm someone you care about."
It hits Caroline in her gut. Because he's right.
She does care about him.
She cares about him so much.
He's somehow wormed himself into her life, one way or another. She misses him when he calls, she misses him when she's by herself, she just misses...him.
"I do care about you," she confesses, putting her silverware down. She didn't feel so hungry for food anymore. "I miss you."
"I miss you too," he smiled back, the happiness in his eyes almost too much to handle.
"No, I don't think you understand. I miss you. And I don't want to anymore," she finished, wishing she had a camera to capture the utter shock on his face. His eyes were wide, mouth open, and fork was in midair with a bite of steak.
"Are you teasing?" he managed to get out.
"I'm not," she shrugged. "I'm just tired of hiding from what I want. Which is you."
A grin spread across his face, causing a chain reaction with hers. They sat there and grinned at each other stupidly for a few minutes, ignoring the waiter who had come to refill their wine glasses.
"I'm not hungry anymore," Caroline began lightly, plucking her napkin off her lap. Klaus' eyes darkened and he reached for his wallet, blindly yanking some bills out of it.
"Shall we?" he asked, standing up and hurriedly pulling her chair out for her. She giggled at his impatience and stood up, gasping at the feel of his lips behind her ear.
"I believe I promised the lady some dessert," he whispered, nibbling at her earlobe. She bit back a moan and allowed herself to be dragged out the restaurant. Klaus had her all but pressed against the brick wall of the building, his soft lips attached to her neck. Grinding her hips against his, she sighed contentedly at the growl he let out.
"I really hope you deliver on that dessert," she teased in his ear. "Because I really do want ice cream."
He pulled back with a sigh, and she giggled. Threading her fingers through his, she tugged him towards the nearest ice cream shop, whispering dirty thoughts all along the way.
It had been thirty years, thirty more minutes wouldn't hurt.
Much.
Thanks for reading! Please review and let me know what you think :) Reviews really help me get an idea of what you all like to read and what you want to see in upcoming drabbles.
Thanks to all of those who have read the first chapter of Unexpected Exposure! I was so excited to see all of the reviews, follows, and favs! If you haven't read it yet, go check it out if you are interested :) Chapter 2 is currently being beta'd so it will be up soon!
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Until Next Time
Kaitlyn
