AN: I want to thank everyone who took the time to write me after the last author's note. Each comment made my day brighter. I just want to clarify I won't stop writing fanfics because of the hate comments, those are only a few compared to the huge amount of support I get from you. I'm stopping because life got too busy and complicated for me to dedicate my fanfictions the amount of time necessary to deliver stories with quality content. That doesn't mean I won't post small things on my Tumblr account. Sometimes the inspiration strikes when least expected!

We are reaching the end so I hope you enjoy it!

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Once again Klaus found himself wearing a suit instead of his comfortable Henley. This time however he skipped the annoying bowtie. Tonight was the opening for "Romeo and Juliet, the ballet" and Klaus couldn't be more excited to see the product of Caroline's hard work. He's been nervous about tonight ever since he found the tickets in an envelope underneath his door.

Stefan walked into the studio right on time to see Klaus fixing his cuffings.

"You got this delivered." Stefan said holding a huge bouquet of flowers. "I'm sure Camille will love them."

"Those aren't for Camille." Klaus replied while checking himself out in the mirror for the tenth time. Stefan looked at him surprised.

"Oh?"

"They're for a dear friend of mine." Klaus explained. "Remember Caroline Forbes? You met her at the opening night."

"Your physiotherapist, right?" Stefan asked.

"The very same. She now teaches ballet and she directed a new show that opens tonight." Klaus replied proudly.

"Right, she mentioned that. Well, have fun!" His friend said as he watched Klaus take the flowers and head outside.

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It was perfect.

Everything went down perfectly, just like she wanted.

The show was a success and the dancers did everything without a flaw. She couldn't be prouder. When the show ended and she stepped on the stage with her students to bow down to the crowd, she felt the same electrifying excitement she used to feel whenever she danced. People stood up to clap and cheer for her as smiled and waved to the public in general.

It was so thrilling and she loved it.

The only thing missing was her boyfriend Tyler, who wasn't there that night. He had to work, and honestly she didn't blame him because he never liked ballet to begin with. After they left the stage and people started leaving the theater, Caroline went back to her office and stared at the flowers he sent her with a little note.

"I won't make it to the show tonight, I'm sorry. Break a leg.

–Tyler"

She sighed sadly. At this point she felt like she hasn't seen Tyler in days.

A gentle knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts and made her jump a little on her seat. Who could still be around at this time?

"Come in." She said and to her surprise, Klaus opened the door.

"There you are, love. You're a woman hard to find." He said while stepping in.

"Klaus, hi! What are you doing here?" Caroline greeted while getting up from her chair. She noticed then the big, colorful and probably expensive bouquet of flowers. It really put Tyler's in shame.

"I came to congratulate the successful director, and bring these by." Klaus replied. Caroline took the flowers with a wide smile.

"Klaus, they're beautiful! Thank you." She said as she made room in the vase for the new flowers. "I'm so glad you came! I wasn't sure ballet was your thing."

Klaus shrugged.

"There's a first time for everything, I guess. Besides I'm a huge fan of Shakespeare's work." He commented. "But the dancers did such a wonderful work and the performance was so moving that despite already knowing how the story ends, I found myself rooting for them and hoping that somehow they would get a happy ending." Klaus confessed.

Caroline was deeply touched by his words and blushed.

"Really?"

"Really." He replied with a nod. "You did a wonderful job, Caroline."

"Thank you." She whispered. "And thank you coming to see the show."

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world." Klaus said with a flirtatious smirk. "That being said, I don't want to keep you any longer, I'm sure you need to rest to start over tomorrow."

Caroline shook her head. "It's fine. Opening nights are always so exciting I hardly get any sleep… or food!" This got Klaus' attention.

"In that case, allow me to take you out for dinner and escort you home." He offered.

"Oh, you don't have to do that." Caroline said shaking her head again but Klaus raised a hand to stop her.

"Please, it would be my pleasure." He assured her while offering her his arm.

Caroline smiled and linked her arm with his.

"I guess my night just got even better." She said.

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Stefan's phone went off and he paused the movie he was watching with a groan.

"Hello?"

"Hey Stefan?" It was Camille. "Is Klaus with you?"

Stefan sat up with a frown.

"No. I thought he was with you."

"Tonight was our anniversary but he never showed for dinner. His phone is off so I'm worried something might have happened to him."

"Wait… so he didn't take you to the ballet?"

"The ballet? No." Camille said confused.

"Don't worry. I'll find him." Stefan reassured her before hanging up. "And then I'm going to kill him." He added to himself.

By then the ballet show should be over, so Stefan headed to the only place where Klaus could be at this hour: his studio.

"Klaus? Klaus… Are you here?" He asked as he looked around the place. Instead of finding the artist, he found a huge mess on the desk... as usual. With a sigh Stefan started picking up the jars of pain and the brushes and placed them in the closet, where they should be. As he did that, something caught his attention. He found canvases and drawings hiding in the back of the closet, which was odd because Klaus kept his unfinished work in the studio or behind his desk.

To Stefan's surprise they were all paintings and drawings of the same blonde and beautiful woman. At first he thought it was Camille, but this woman's eyes were blue and very bright, while Camille's were green. The hair color was different, and he knew how much work Klaus put in details like that.

Could this be… Caroline?

Stefan frowned as he realized something. Klaus had been acting weird since the opening night, and Stefan knew about the big impact Caroline had in Klaus' life after the accident. Now, seeing paintings of her that Klaus kept in secret it seemed to him that Caroline was Klaus muse.

But that was supposed to be Camille!

Now that he thought about it, Klaus never painted Camille's face. He always painted her from behind. What if that wasn't Camille either?

So he lied to Camille and even forgot about their anniversary to see Caroline, someone from his past that healed him when he couldn't walk.

"He's in love with her." Stefan whispered to himself.

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"You didn't!" Caroline said with a laugh.

"I did!" Klaus insisted. "At the time sounded like an amazing idea. Looking back at it now I think it was a mistake."

"You think?" Caroline scoffed. "Who is crazy enough to go to a cemetery at 3 am?"

"I was told witches got together at Lafayette Cemetery to do witchcraft, and back then I wanted to experience New Orleans to its deepest roots." Klaus explained.

"And instead you found guards." Caroline teased. Talking to Klaus felt so easy and she was enjoying his crazy stories a little bit too much.

"You should've seen Stefan's face the next morning when he went to pick me up at the station." Klaus laughed.

"I would've loved that!" Caroline replied. "I would love to see New Orleans one day." She then added with a sigh.

"I'll take you." Klaus quickly said. "Wherever you want."

"Wherever I want?" She asked arching an eyebrow. Klaus nodded his head and smirked.

"Wherever you want." He repeated. "Rome… Paris… Tokyo?"

"Oh wow…" Caroline laughed and shook her head, stopping only when she saw her building.

Was the night over already? Even after a long and delicious dinner at a fancy restaurant –Klaus' suggestion- and a peaceful walk home, she felt like the evening wasn't last long enough.

But she was tired and had to work the next day, so she would have to go to bed eventually. They slowly walked into the building and Klaus accompanied to her apartment.

"Well, this is me." She said as they reached her door and turned to look at him. "I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for coming to watch the show, and for walking me home. Oh! And the dinner was amazing…"

Klaus smiled and raised a hand to stop her.

"No need to thank me, it was my pleasure." He said and looked at her so lovingly that Caroline's heart skipped a beat. "Get some rest, love." Klaus added before kissing her cheek.

"Good night, Klaus." She replied before opening the door and walking in.

Once inside her apartment Caroline leaned against the closer door and took a deep breath in an attempt to steady her heartbeat.

Why did she feel this way? It was like coming back from a romantic date. It was the perfect night. She even thought he would lean and kiss her good night before leaving and what scared her the most is that she wanted him to kiss her. How could she want that when she was in a relationship with another man?

They had so much history together and their relationship was filled with what if's and maybes'. She was confused. Could she still have feelings for Klaus after all these years? She thought she was over him when she started her relationship with Tyler. But now she wasn't so sure and she didn't know what to do.

Tyler was already asleep in their bed, but as soon as Caroline climbed in, he woke up and rolled over.

"Hey." He said softly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." She whispered while getting under the covers.

"It's fine. I'm glad you did." Tyler replied while scooting closer and wrapping an arm around her. "How was the show? I'm sure it was a success."

"It was perfect." Caroline said proudly.

"I wish I was there." Tyler whispered almost in shame. "That's why I decided to make it up to you." He added and Caroline blinked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I made sure I could be free tomorrow night for you. I'll go see the show and then we'll have dinner at that little restaurant I took you for our first date."

Caroline didn't know what to say. Here she was, laying next to a very sweet man that loved her very much, and she felt like she had just cheated on him and had a date with another guy.

"That sounds perfect." She managed to whisper and Tyler kissed her softly.

"Yeah, but first, we sleep."

What Tyler didn't know is that Caroline would barely sleep that night.

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He was still in love with her. There was no denying it now. Oh, how he wished he would've kissed her that night.

As he entered his apartment, Klaus sighed and threw his coat on a chair.

"God, how pathetic am I?" He mumbled to himself.

"Rough night?" Stefan asked, making Klaus jump on his spot. He turned in time to see Stefan switching a lamp on while sitting on his couch. "I feel like James Bond villain right now." Stefan joked. "All I need is a creepy car on my lap."

Klaus let out a breath and rolled his eyes.

"Bloody hell, mate! You almost gave me a heart attack. What are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to you so I used my emergency key to get in." His manager –and probably only friend- replied.

Klaus walked to his mini bar and poured himself a drink.

"Couldn't it wait until the morning?"

"Maybe, but I didn't want to risk it having Camille murdering you first." Stefan said with a shrug, which made Klaus turn to him with a frown.

"What are you talking about?"

"Today was your anniversary, Klaus! And you stood her up!"

Klaus' shoulders dropped and he sighed.

"I completely forgot." He mumbled before sitting down and sipping his drink.

"That's not entirely why I'm here." Stefan confessed and reached for the painting he kept by the couch. "Care to tell me what this is and why it was hiding in your closet along with a dozen more?"

Klaus closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You found them…"

"This isn't Camille, is it?" Stefan pressed. "This is Caroline. You have God knows how many drawings and paintings of this woman hiding. It's like you're obsessed with her."

"Stefan…" Klaus pleaded.

"Just tell me, are you in love with her? You can tell me anything. I just want to know what's going on."

Sighing, Klaus put his glass down on the coffee table.

"Yes. I'm in love with her." Klaus confessed defeated. "I've been in love with her for years now."

"What happened?" Stefan asked intrigued.

"She was my physiotherapist. That much you know. And being with her was impossible. She was a professional, and to be honest, I was horrible to her. I was in a very dark place when we met." Klaus explained. "By the time I was walking again and didn't need the rehabilitation anymore, she got a job proposal here in New York, so she had to move. I didn't have the heart to ask her to stay for me. We weren't even together, I wasn't even sure she had feelings for me." He shook his head. "She deserved it, Stefan. She deserved her dream job and to be happy."

"Is that why you wanted to move here?" Stefan asked. Klaus felt terrible, he made his friend and girlfriend move to another city so he could chase after a girl.

"Yes." He replied in shame. "When I met Camille I knew… I had to see Caroline again." He confessed. "Camille reminded me of her so much and for the first time in a long time I had my muse back, I could paint again."

"You realized you made her fall in love with you and move to another city, to another state for you, right?" Stefan said in an accusing tone and Klaus sighed.

"I know. But I couldn't care less about Camille right now." Klaus confessed, leaving his friend stunned. "Tonight I had dinner with Caroline and walked her home. And you know what? It was the most wonderful night of my life. I haven't been this happy since before Henrik's death."

"Then why don't you break up with Camille and ask Caroline out?" Stefan asked confused.

"Because she's spoken for by another man." Klaus replied before taking his glass again and downing the drink.

"Is she happy with this guy?" Stefan insisted.

"I don't know. I'm not brave enough to ask, too afraid of getting my heart broken again."

Stefan didn't say anything for a while and they just sat there in silence.

Finally, Stefan spoke again.

"Wouldn't she be worth it, though? The risk, I mean. You seem to love her so much, imagine if you actually had a chance with her and you're wasting it because you're too scared."

Klaus looked at him and Stefan could see the fear and the pain in his eyes. It's been a long time since he saw that look in his friend's eyes, but he hated it.

"I can't lose her again, Stefan." He said softly. "If I did… I might as well go back to my wheelchair and never paint or walk again."

Stefan sighed.

"Listen, I know it looks bad now, but if that actually happens, which you can't be sure of, I promise things will get better with time. They did the first time, right?"

"Only because I met Camille."

"But you never loved her, not really, not as much as you love Caroline. Camille didn't put you back on track; it was the idea of something wonderful that's worth holding onto." Stefan explained. "That's what life is really about. That's why you got better after the accident, and that's why you painted again. You had something that kept you going. In this case that thing was Caroline, and isn't she worth fighting for?"

Klaus looked at him and took a deep breath.

"Yes. Yes, she is."

"Then you fight for her."