25 Days of Klaroline + Celebrities

This is dedicated to the lovely - Katieb373 - for being so sweet and lovely and who recently wrote me a gorgeous Klaroline, celebrity drabble. I love it so I thought this theme was fitting. Hope you enjoy this, luv!

There Must be an Angel (Playing with my Heart)

Klaus' band are playing the Victoria Secret Fashion Show and Caroline is one of their first time 'angels' even though Klaus doesn't see it that way due to their history.

Lexington Avenue Armory, New York City - November

"Okay that's it, we're done," Klaus yelled, as the music faded. They'd been rehearsing for their performance at the Victoria Secret Fashion Show that was being held that night in New York City.

Klaus Mikaelson never considered himself the preppy, fashion show kind of guy. Given his rebellious upbringing, he was more the ripped t-shirt wearing, bar brawl type whose band had been discovered in a grungy pub in London three years earlier catapulting them to international fame practically overnight. Music had been the one constant in his life and he was glad to be able to do what he loved for a living but sometimes the fame part had a tendency to cramp his style. Like today, for example.

To say he'd been reluctant to play at the Victoria Secret Fashion Show was an understatement but his bandmates, manager and publicist had simultaneously insisted. Yes, he understood that it was televised to millions of people worldwide and yes, it would give their band huge and enviable publicity but it wouldn't be Klaus if he wasn't being a little difficult. Plus, last time he checked The Originals sound was a lot heavier than Justin Timberlake, Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift and he was worried about selling out to the masses.

It hadn't taken long for his opinions on the subject to be dismissed. His younger brother and drummer Kol had immediately began drooling at the prospect of performing in the presence of such stunning women clad only in lingerie and obtaining a few phone numbers in the process. Also, his guitarist Enzo was a goner from the outset, not that he should have been surprised, given he was firmly under the thumb of their bossy publicist who also happened to be his sister, Rebekah.

"Do you think we should practice that last bridge again?" Their bass player Matt asked, always the perfectionist.

"It's fine," Enzo, replied dismissively. "We really need to go back to the hotel."

"Wow, is that what happens when you propose?" Kol asked. "You lose all decision making powers in the process."

"Watch it, little Mikaelson," Enzo warned.

"Or what?"

"I'll tell Rebekah on you," he joked, a knowing grin crossing his features. He'd recently proposed to Rebekah after five years together and his bandmates liked to make fun of him on a regular basis.

"I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy," Matt said, earning a whack from Enzo for his honesty.

"If you all spent more time working and less talking about me, you would have sold way more albums by now," she interrupted from stage left.

"Woah, speak of the devil and she doth appear," Klaus quipped as the publicist in question joined them onstage, dressed immaculately as usual. She frowned in his direction, her brow creasing before poking out her tongue for added effect.

"Nice to see you dressed up for the occasion, Niklaus," Rebekah drawled, Klaus looked down at his ripped denim jeans and favourite black, Ramones t-shirt in confusion.

"This is one of my best outfits."

"Define best."

"I'm in a band Rebekah, it sort of goes with the territory. Anyway, why am I the only one getting such a hard time?"

"Because their clothing is fully in tact," she shot back, giving Enzo a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, for god's sake Rebekah, it's only rehearsal," he muttered. "Go annoy someone else."

"Don't mind him he's just got his panties in a twist because the newest, blonde angel is somewhere in the building," Kol joked. "I'm sure he's been distracted trying to come up with ways to torment her."

"You promised you would behave Niklaus," Rebekah chided. Not only was Caroline her childhood best friend but she was also the upcoming model's publicist. Klaus had tried to tell her it was a conflict of interest but Rebekah was unmoved, unsurprisingly.

"I haven't done anything. It astounds me that none of you believe I can be professional."

"Yeah, I've heard that one before," she groaned."You two have been playing pranks on each other since we were in primary school, not to mention the fact you can barely hold a conversation without it descending into a full on argument."

"Don't forget that time she switched his salt shaker for sugar at Christmas dinner, I'll never forget the look on his face," Kol chuckled. "Or when she replaced your toothpaste for..."

"We don't need a walk down memory lane, Kol," Klaus grumbled, knowing that his pranks had been just as effective but they only seemed to recall hers. Some loyal siblings they apparently were. In fact it was exactly like her supposed public angel status given her past, devilish behaviour.

"Maybe if you both used your powers for good and not evil then you could find alternative ways to relieve the tension, if you know what I mean?" Enzo suggested, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

Klaus just rolled his eyes in response, he'd never thought about his sister's best friend in that way given just how infuriating she was. In fact it had taken Klaus five minutes to realise the feisty blonde with the blazing, blue eyes was trouble when she pushed him on the ground age eight. Granted it was a game of kiss-chasey and he had been pursuing her relentlessly but there was no need to be so rough. That experience in itself had made Klaus sure that he didn't ever want to kiss her.

"That's my best friend you're talking about," Rebekah growled. "If she's going to get busy with anyone, it's certainly not going to be with my grouchy, moody brother."

"Well, I'd have to like her in the first place. Seriously little sister, not if she was the last woman on earth," Klaus shot back, defensively. "I have no interest in revisiting our past, I'd just prefer to play our set and get the hell out of here and drink some much needed whiskey."

"Yeah, Klaus is definitely feeling the Victoria Secret spirit," Matt noted, sarcastically. "To be honest, if he was I'd be a little freaked out given he's like this pretty much every significant holiday of the year." Klaus would have argued but it was actually true.

"Glad to hear it," Rebekah said. "Just no games and promise me no tripping her over on the catwalk, Nik."

"Way to give him ideas, gorgeous," Enzo quipped, earning a dirty look from his fiance. Klaus thought about it for a second and was tempted but he wasn't that evil, he didn't think so anyway.

Meanwhile backstage...

"He is delicious," Katherine purred as they watched the tv monitors above as the Originals rehearsed their set. Katherine Pierce was one of the most well-known Angels but had kindly brought Caroline under her wing this year.

They were undergoing last minute fittings at the time and it was difficult not to focus on the entertainment given their boredom and also since she'd known the band in question since she was young, especially the egotistical lead singer. There was no denying he could sing but he was also an arrogant idiot that had teased her mercilessly. His glue on the door knob gag had stuck with her, especially since it had taken two hours to finally be freed. At least she'd managed to get her own back in that time, it was the least he deserved after all.

"You've obviously not met him before," she muttered. "Klaus Mikaelson is insufferable."

"You've known him since you were children, I'm not surprised you see him that way," she offered. "Every other female in the world thinks otherwise though, Care."

"Well, they're more than welcome to him."

"What did he do to you?" She asked, curiously. "Take your virginity and never call you again?" Caroline had to stop the urge to cough. He wished.

"No, just made my life a misery, played tricks on me and argued incessantly. You know the usual childish behaviour."

"Sounds hot," she cooed. "Maybe it's time you kissed and made up?"

"That's never going to happen," Caroline shook her head. "Do you think I could trip him up on the catwalk?"

"I doubt your chances," she joked, as one of the staff gestured her away. "But I'd love to see you try on your debut. The media will just eat it up." Caroline sat there for a while imagining him taking a tumble and trying not to laugh aloud, it was the least he deserved, after all.

"I know that look, you're planning my downfall aren't you?" A familiar voice enquired. Caroline's head snapped up, noting his reflection in the mirror behind her. She had to stop herself from lowering her gaze below his smirking face. Those sculpted abs had haunted her memories more than enough times and it was easier just to ignore their existence.

"Well that and I was wondering why I had to have the pleasure of your appearance, Mikaelson."

"I lost my way, okay?" He offered, although she couldn't miss his dark, blue eyes as they flickered over her body in the loose robe that was covering her lacy lingerie. "This place is like a rabbit warren and I had the misfortune of coming into contact with you of all people."

"Oh you poor thing, how about you disappear then just as quickly as you arrived," Caroline growled, trying to ignore the sensations his close proximity was causing. She'd generally attributed that breathless feeling with Klaus to claustrophobia. Now she wasn't quite so sure.

"Now that doesn't sound like the reaction of an angel," he quipped.

"I'm perfectly angelic, just not when it comes to you," she hissed, standing up and meeting him face to face. "Be mean like usual, in fact bring it on I welcome it, Klaus. But I'd really appreciate you just leave me alone for my first big show, please." Caroline pleaded, her eyes filling with anxious and somewhat unwelcome tears.

She could smell his spicy aftershave and was struggling to ignore just how intimate this felt after all their altercations over the years. She noticed his face soften slightly, those dimples accented and his crimson lips curving into a knowing smile as their eyes met, his hand finding its way to her face and gently wiping away her stray tear with his thumb.

It was unexpected, just as much as it was overwhelming. He held her gaze momentarily before finally speaking. "Call me superstitious but I like to have keepsakes with me for good luck on big occasions."

"Oh really?"

"I'd be happy to give you mine that have been lucky over the years," he offered. "You know, only if you're interested?"

"What have you got?" She mumbled, curiously as he rifled around his bag.

"Well, this for starters," he began, producing what looked like a salt shaker. Caroline looked at it in disbelief before he continued. "Just watch that, it's full of sugar." Her eyes widened, shocked that he'd kept her joke after all these years.

"I'm..."

"Oh and we can't forget this," he interrupted producing a shiny, gold door knob triumphantly. "Given you had you hand on this for a good few hours it must be somewhat lucky."

"Are you just trying to rub my nose in it, Mikaelson?"

"Not at all, Forbes," he grinned. "If you don't want my good luck charms then that's your choice."

"As much as I've loved this trip down memory lane," she drawled. "There's only one thing I want for good luck." He smiled deviously before leaning in further. obviously expecting something else completely "And what would that be, love?"

"Your Ramone's shirt." He reeled back, looking down at his top briefly before returning his gaze to her.

"Why do you want my shirt exactly?" His expression was telling Caroline he wasn't quite that shocked by her suggestion though.

"It's my lucky charm," she murmured, her voice slightly husky. "Ever since that night my prom date abandoned me on the side of the road. You pulled up beside me, insisted I get in the car even though I was humiliated."

"It wasn't your fault," he reiterated. "Stefan was a jerk and he had no right to pressure you." She smiled slightly, her hands grazing his shirt slowly.

"I didn't want to go home, I didn't want anyone else to know what happened, so you let me stay in your room. You slept on the floor so I could have your bed."

"And I let you sleep in this t-shirt."

"Your favourite one as I recall," she murmured, playing with the fabric between her fingers. "I don't think I ever felt as safe as I did in this shirt with you that night." It was a big confession to make and something Caroline was sure she'd regret but right now, maybe because of her nerves, it didn't seem to matter anymore.

"Fine," he agreed. "I'll give you my shirt but I fully intend on collecting it later."

"I think that could be arranged."

"So, what am I supposed to wear in the meantime, love?"

"Well, we do have a gorgeous array of lingerie," she replied, mischievously. "I'm sure there's something we could find to suit you."