When asked why she was in the emergency department with a concussion, and needing ten stitches, that busy Friday night, Caroline swore, as black and blue as the bruises on the back of her head, it wasn't her fault.

It wasn't her fault that it was a full moon, and she tended to get in a bit of a tizzy around that time of the month. That was science's fault.

Nor was it her fault she inherited her father's lovely trait of getting handsy while drinking. The margaritas went straight to her head, the terrible ideas which she wouldn't entertain whilst sober somehow become great ones, and the feeling of other people's skin underneath hers become a lure so strong that she can't find it in herself to resist.

And it really wasn't her fault that he happened to show up at her best friend's birthday party after she had already started with the cocktails.

She knew he had a crush on her, any woman with half a brain and some semblance of a grasp on flirting knew he was coming onto her 95% of the time. She wasn't sure if he knew she knew… but it made her feel special that notorious asshole Klaus Mikaelson had a thing for her, Caroline Forbes, neurotic control freak extraordinaire.

And, because it made her tummy tingle and smile widen, she played along. She flirted back, twirled her hair, chewed her lip, and teased him mercilessly, but she would never let it go any further. He wasn't her type, and that was final, thank you very much.

Welll… she wouldn't let it go any further until that day… when the alcohol was already clouding her brain and impairing her judgement.

"Caroline, I asked you what happened not whose fault it was?" Katherine asked her through the phone, on Saturday night as Caroline settled in her own bed her head still throbbing, and her stitches still stinging.

"Fine, Kat, I'll tell you the story. But it wasn't my fault!"

xxx

"Klaus!" Caroline shrieked, as she noticed him enter. Jumping to her feet and threw her arms around his neck, breaking her no-touchy-the-hot-brit rule, knowing it would drive him – and her – a little crazy. "I didn't know you know my bestest pal, Enzo!"

A shocked expression on his face as Caroline pulled away, he cleared his throat uncomfortably and said, "I don't."

"Why are you here then?" she asked, confused, her buzzing brain not putting two and two together as an extremely attractive woman wrapped an arm around his waist.

"He's here because he's with me," the newcomer snapped, apparently not enjoying the attention Klaus was giving to the blonde distraction.

"Yes, sweetheart," Klaus replied, sheepishly. "This is Halle, she is in Enzo's, history class."

Caroline smirked at the other girl's flinch.

"Oh yes, Halle," Caroline drawled, knowing full well it was Hayley. "I think I met you after a walk of shame from here a couple of weeks back. Tell me, is it the accent that does it for you? Or the piles of cash attached to them?"

The other girl began to snarl, but was cut off by more people arriving with a keg, a feat that managed to distract Caroline enough, because she had promised the birthday boy she would do a keg stand for him.

xxx

"You injured yourself in a keg stand, Caroline? You're like a wizard with keg stands?"

"Oh please, Kat, I'm the best at keg stands, that's not why I ended up at the hospital."

"Oh, good. Continue, but cut to the chase, I haven't got all day."

xxx

"Come on, Klaus!" Caroline cajoled. "You know I'm just dying to see your biceps. Give me a look!"

Another point on Caroline's growing list of less than stellar ideas that night was trying to get Klaus to take his shirt off. This idea was preceded by another terrible idea, which was making a bet with Enzo that her 'biggest fan' – as Enzo had dubbed Klaus – would do anything to impress her, even if it meant taking his shirt off in the chilly November weather, just because Caroline asked him to. Caroline took those odds, smugly.

"Sweetheart, you've never made any attempts at getting me naked before. Although I wouldn't –

xxx

"Caroline! Stop right there, I do not need to hear about your stupid battle of wills with Klaus. Get to the point already! I have places to be!"

"Fine."

xxx

"Give me a piggyback," Caroline demanded.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I want some fresh air, it's stuffy up here. But I also don't want to walk there, because my legs feel like jelly. And I just want a piggyback. Give me one. Now."

"That's not very polite, love."

"Fine! Give me a piggyback, Klaus."

Klaus relented. Of course he did. Anything to have Caroline's perfect body pressed against his. He squatted down in front of her, and she clambered on, but not before she ran her soft hands over the skin of his back. It really was just too good an opportunity to pass up. And she was glad she didn't, beer-goggles or not, the man was H.O.T.

But that wasn't the point.

A little distracted by the feeling of Caroline's hands caressing his skin, Klaus got to his feet, an unsteady wobble quaking through them both, which Klaus was delighted to discover made his precious cargo cling to him tighter than before.

He began moving towards the great outdoors, but not quick enough for Caroline's liking apparently because she let out a pouty "Faster".

Klaus shuddered. Then gulped. His imagination didn't need that kind of fodder right now. He needed to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. She wouldn't notice anyway. Surely. She was hammered.

"Klaus, faster," she moaned into his ear.

She had noticed.

"Caroline, come on," he said, sounding somewhat strangled.

"Klaus please," she said, her mouth ghosting over his ear. "I need you to go faster."

He picked up his pace a little, but was unable to stop his mind from turning her words into his favourite fantasy of her.

"Klaus, yes, that's right. Faster."

The combination of her extremely breathy voice, and the fact she was running her hands along his bare skin was a little too much for him and he lost his balance.

Unfortunately for him, this happened at the top of the stairs, and both piggybacker and passenger toppled down the unforgiving steps until they both landed sprawled at the bottom.

While a little disorientated and ego-bruised, Klaus was fine.

Caroline, however, was not.

There was blood.

xxx

"Jesus, Caroline, this happened because you were a coquet asshole to a guy who has a crush on you? Are you serious?"

"Well how was I to know there was a stairwell right there! And I was just teasing at the time! And I told you it wasn't my fault it was…"

"The moon, the booze and the man, yeah I got it."

"Thank you."

"Are you sure you're going to be okay? I know you've been discharged but aren't concussed people supposed to stay awake."

"Yeah, but I'll be fine."

"I can come over and…"

"I said I'll be fine, Kat. I've got it covered."

"Urgh, whatever. But if you die, that will be your fault. No dodging the blame on that one. Bye."

"Bye!"

Caroline placed the phone on her bedside table, before rolling back to kiss her version of 'got it covered' lying in bed next to her.

"Such a charming picture you paint of me, sweetheart."

"Whatever, Klaus. It totally was your fault."

"Hardly."

"Shut up. Now can we get back to you making it up to me?"

Hi-ho-hi-ho (it's off to work we go!)

This is from an anon prompt I received on my Tumblr (queencarolinemikaelson). Hopefully you liked! HAPPY ALMOST WEEKENDS!