(A/N: My favorite chapter is here! I can't wait to hear what you guys think! So many feeeeeels. The song for this chapter is "Kiss Me" by Jason Walker. Guys, this is such a Klaroline song, you need to listen to it if you haven't already. Listen. Read. Review. ENJOY!)

Klaus's POV:

It's been almost two months since I last saw Caroline. Every day I'm not with her is harder than the one before. I distract myself with schoolwork to get by, although that doesn't always seem to work.

I glance up from my anatomy book for a moment and stare at the framed picture that Caroline gave me. I think back to the time when she told me that I needed to start getting more comfortable with the 'female anatomy' if I wanted to be a doctor. A smile slowly makes its way onto my face.

I'm immediately snapped back to reality when I hear Kol in the kitchen, raiding the pantry and slamming cabinets like it's nobody's business.

"Um, Where the hell are my teddy grahams?" he asks in a rather panicked tone.

"Gone." I reply simply, returning my focus to the anatomy book.

The noise in the kitchen stops, "GONE?"

"Kol," I say, closing my eyes, "You wiped out every song on my ipod and replaced them with terrible, estrogen-filled, pop songs."

"That's great," he says, walking over to me, "Would you care to explain what that has to do with my missing teddy grahams?"

I set down my book, placing my highlighter in the bind, and slowly walk up to him.

I put myself inches apart from his face, "I. Ate. Them."

His face boils tomato-red.

"Oh, you horrible-" Kol spits out, stopping mid-sentence to tackle me backwards into the wall.

I grunt and sock him in the kidney, causing him to loosen his grip on me. I see my opportunity, and pull my leg out beneath him, tripping him backwards onto the floor.

Just as I'm climbing on top of him, pinning his arms to the ground, I feel my phone start to buzz in my back pocket.

I dig into my jeans and pull it out, checking the caller-ID, "It's my work, time out!"

"White flag! Okay!" he shouts, surrendering with his hands up.

"Okay!" I shout back and answer my phone, "Hello?"

"Klaus?" says the nervous voice on the other end.

My stomach unleashes a cage of butterflies, "Caroline?"

Kol immediately punches me in the stomach, knocking the wind and butterflies right out of me. The little devil.

"Yeah, it's me," she rushes out in a panicked tone.

I quickly backhand Kol and run into the bathroom, locking myself inside.

"H-how did you get this number?" I choke out between coughs, trying to catch my breath from the hit.

From outside, Kol pounds his fist on the bathroom door, "You had better replace every damn one of those teddy grahams, Klaus! I'm not kidding!"

I ignore him by plugging the ear that doesn't have the phone held to it. His voice drowns out as I focus on Caroline's.

"I got it from Elijah's list of contacts on his cell," she says quietly, "He doesn't know I took it."

"You took Elijah's phone!?" I exclaim.

"No!- Well, yes- but only for a moment," she replies defensively, "He has it back now."

Kol's voice becomes louder, "I HAVE LOW BLOOD SUGAR. You knew that! And I really needed those today!"

I continue to ignore him, "Caroline, why did you call?"

She starts to whimper. I can barely hear it through Kol's tantrum, and the static of the phone, but I would be able recognize that sound from a mile away. She's in pain.

"I'm so sorry," she says, voice cracking, "But Halloween is coming and I know I won't be okay that night."

"Caroline, what's going on?" I ask her sincerely.

"You're the nurse!" Kol shouts, "You're supposed to take care of people! Why would you do something like that?"

"Hold on, Caroline-" I say, and turn to the door, "FOR CRAP'S SAKE, KOL! THIS IS AN IMPORTANT CALL!"

He stops banging, "When you get out of there, you are so dead! Do you hear me?"

"Yeah, whatever," I mutter, rolling my eyes.

I hear Caroline release a deep breath into the phone.

"I haven't been okay without you," she confesses, "I get by, but I'm not okay. And I've been more on edge lately. I hit things without even thinking before hand. My speech gets all jumbled up at random parts of the day. I can't sleep. I forget where I am and what I'm doing most of the time-"

I interject, "Have you told Dr. Gilbert? Or Elijah?"

"Of course," she replies, now sobbing, "They know I'm going to probably hallucinate soon but they want me to try and get through it without my medication. I don't want to have another episode, Klaus! I'm scared!"

"Caroline, relax," I tell her calmly, "Do you have a nurse that takes care of you?"

"Lexi," she replies, sniffling.

"Can she stay with you?"

"She works during the day, and even then, she's strict. She's all about tough love."

"I can't help you, sweetheart," I say with remorse, "I don't work there right now, and I have a midterm the day after-"

"Klaus please," she begs, the saddest tone coating voice, "I know I'm going to crack and I need you by my side when I do. Just one night and I'll suck it up until you come back in the Winter."

Those pesky butterflies are back, "Can you say that last part one more time?"

"What? About sucking it up?" She asks, her voice a little more under control.

I lean my forehead against the wall,"No... that you need me."

She pauses for a moment before responding.

"I need you."

I exhale and close my eyes. Those words, directed at me, sound so good coming out of her mouth.

"Alright," I tell her, opening my eyes and lifting my head back up, "I'll ask my professor if I can take the midterm early."

A voice on Caroline's end starts calling for her.

"I have to go," she says quickly, "Halloween night, please don't forget."

"Wait, Car-," I say, but the phone line goes dead.

Why is Halloween so important?

Caroline's POV:

I wait for Klaus in the lobby, sitting in one of the cushioned seats and anxiously kicking my feet against the floor.

"Please remember," I think to myself, "Please be here."

I start to twiddle my thumbs again. It doesn't calm my nerves, but it keeps me distracted.

After a while, I get bored of sitting in the same spot. I take a sigh and stand up, now pacing the floor. At the corner of my eye, I catch the front door opening. I quickly whip my head around to see who's here.

It's Matt.

"Hey you!" He greets, pulling me into a quick hug.

"Hi Matt," I say, returning the gesture, "It's good to see you, it's been a while."

"Yeah, it has. You seem antsy. Everything okay?" he asks, rubbing my shoulders.

"I'm fine, I just-,"

I don't complete my sentence. I'm cut off by the sight of Klaus entering into building.

Matt waves his hand in my face, "Hello? Caroline?"

"I'm sorry, we'll catch up later," I say, taking off in Klaus's direction. He catches me as I fling myself into his arms. His scent overpowers me with feelings of warmth and comfort.

"Home," I breathe out softly, melting into his embrace.

"Hey," he whispers into my hair, "I need to check-in with Elijah. Stay here, I'll be right out."

He lets go of me and walks behind the receptionist's desk.

"Wait, Klaus," I call after him, he turns around, "Thank you for coming."

He flashes me a warm smile, "I told you I'd do anything for you."

I give a nervous laugh. If only he knew how good that sounded coming from him.

"I have to wonder though," he states, "Why tonight?"

"Halloween is the scariest night of the year," I explain, "My imagination gets too wild, and I'm already edgy enough as it is."

He nods his head understandingly, "You're lucky my Professor let me take the midterm early."

"I know," I say, looking down, "I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be, I'm glad I have it over with," he says lightly, "And now I get to spend my night catching up with you."

He gives me a playful wink, and then enters into the 'staff only' room. I sit back down on one of the chairs and wait for him in the lobby.

I can relax now. He's here.

I feel bad for blowing off Matt, but I think he'll forgive me. Besides, I'm sure he was just as anxious to go see Elena. He probably didn't want to be caught up with me in friendly chit-chat for too long.

When Klaus comes back out, he puts a visitor tag on his black v-neck sweatshirt, and walks with me to my room.

On the way there, he explains about Elijah letting him stay this one night on the basis that he keeps it strictly professional. Great, more note-taking.

We spend the remainder of our evening catching up and reminiscing.

He tells me about his living conditions with Kol and I tell him about how I'm adapting to my new caregiver, Lexi.

She's nice, just strict. She does care about me and wants to see me succeed, but between her and Klaus, I don't think they'd get along. She's only here during the day though, so there's no worry about the two of them clashing heads on how to take care of me.

After Klaus asks questions and takes notes in his booklet, he comes over to the bed and sits down next to me.

"Holy cow," he states, jumping back up from the mattress, "No wonder you can't sleep. This bed is horrible."

"Oh come on," I laugh, "It's not that bad!"

He scoffs, "No screw that, I'm not sitting there."

"Well, fine then. I'm tired anyways, so good night to you, sir," I mock playfully.

He chuckles, "You want me to turn off the lights?"

"NO," I state firmly, "Just dim them. My imagination gets too wild in the dark."

"Alright," he says, fading the brightness in the room, "I'll be right here if you need me."

He sits down in the cushioned seat by the bed, and with that, I fall asleep having a faint smile attached to my face.

I don't feel like I've slept for long when I hear a high-pitched voice at the edge of my bed.

"Caroline, wake up," It says.

I squint my eyelids open and peer at the foot of the mattress. My eyes go wide with terror.

A girl with similar features as Elena looks down at me, an evil smile etched across her face. The only difference is that she has black eyes with veins popping out around them. Her mouth is covered in blood, her grin showing off a set of sharp, white fangs.

I don't move. I don't breathe. I can't speak.

I'm terrified.

"Game on," she says, jumping on top of me and sticking my pillow over my face.

Klaus's POV:

I jolt awake to the sound of Caroline's scream. She's holding her pillow tightly over her head.

"Caroline, stop!" I yell, ripping the pillow away from her.

She sits upwards and stares at the other end of the room, kicking her feet at the edge of the bed.

"She's going to kill me!" she yells, pulling at her hair.

I follow her gaze to the other end of the room, "No one's there, Caroline. It's not real."

She gives out another loud scream, "Help me, please!"

"What is it? What are you seeing?" I ask, staying close by her side.

"There's a vampi-," she says, stopping midway to scream again, "Now there's more of them! They're everywhere!"

She kicks herself off of the bed, falling down onto the floor. I kneel down beside her.

"Make it stop! Make it stop!" she yells, the panic and desperation rising in her voice. She tugs at her hair again and curls up into a ball.

I rip the blanket off of her bed and completely cover ourselves with it.

"There, now their gone," I say, pulling her into my arms, "Hey, look at me."

"Pat the fire extinguisher junk call," she says while sobbing.

She's not making sense again.

"Caroline! Look at me!" I plead, holding her against me with one hand, and holding up the blanket with the other.

I can feel her frantic heart beating against my chest. Her panicked breaths start to ease as she lets them out slowly. I could taste her breath on my tongue, she's so close to me. Too close.

I need to back away, keep my distance, but I don't. I stay motionless and keep her held close to me. The only sound is our breathing.

Our foreheads meet, and we rest them against each other, eyes shut. I fight the urge to move my face anymore forward. We stay like that for about a minute, and then our noses touch. She sweetly moves hers against mine, and I try to remain completely still. This moment is too fragile, and I can't bring myself to end it.

I can't.

I feel her fingertips reach the stubble on my chin, and slowly sift and play through my scruff. Then she moves them to my lips, testing the waters by lightly tracing them. She does that for a few seconds, and then they leave.

I know what is coming next, but I don't have the strength to stop it. I give in to the moment.

Her lips lightly brush up against my bottom lip, and then they stay there. Warm, smooth, and gentle. I purse mine slightly, and a tingling sensation starts to spread in them.

Now my heart is beating rapidly. Why does this have to feel so good?

I can't move. I don't even try. I've lost all will power.

She lingers there for a short moment, and then gently breaks away. The tingling feeling in my lips are gone.

I open my eyes and see hers glistening in the darkness back at mine. We say nothing.

She starts to lean in again.

"Stop," I whisper kindly, but firmly.

Then another voice enters the room, "Hey... Watcha guys doin' underneath that blanket?"

It's Stefan.

I quickly throw the covers off of us, flustered and panicked.

"Nothing, brah," I get out nervously.

"Bra?" he mocks, "I'm not your bra! Since when do use that term?"

He starts laughing. Thank goodness, he doesn't seem suspicious.

"Sorry, it's late," I breathe out, "Just helping Caroline block out the hallucinations. What are you doing here?"

"I'm on graveyard duty," he replies, "I heard Caroline screaming and came over."

"I'm okay," she replies, speaking up, "I just need to go back to sleep."

He looks between the two of us, "You sure?"

She nods her head.

"Alright, I'll be outside if you need anything," he says, and exits the room.

Caroline gets back into her bed and I toss the blanket over her body.

"Klaus, I-"

"Not now," I interject, trying to keep my mind blank, "We'll talk in the morning. Get some rest."

She looks me in the eye and then slowly nods her head.

I sit back in my chair and let out a deep sigh.

What have I done?

She's been out for a couple of hours now. I take this time to observe any changes in her room.

There is a clock by her bed, which has always been there. The insect calendar on her wall has changed to the month of October. The picture now shows a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon. On her desk there is chapstick, a bottle of water, coloring pencils in a jar, blank pieces of paper, and two framed pictures.

I lean in to get a closer look. The first picture is the same one in Liz's home, where they're at the beach. The other is of us in the photobooth at the pier. I wonder how long it will be before we can take another picture like that.

Anyways, it doesn't matter. I shouldn't be thinking things like that. I shouldn't be having these feelings for her.

I need to get myself together and take care of this.

(A/N: They finally kiiiiissed. Lol. Are you happy? Sad? If you have any questions, just direct them to my tumblr. My username on there is the same as this one. Leave me your reviews and tell me what you lovely people think!)