"11:11 on Hybrid radio and you know what that means," Klaus utters into the microphone as he holds onto his headphones smiling as the first beats of the song begin.
"To the blonde I met today at the coffee shop, I think I love you," he says bemused at the first verse begins and he removes his headphones nodding to Kol behind the glass.
"She's going to kill you," Kol mouths as Klaus laid back in his chair thinking of the blonde in question, he bit his lip in contemplation.
He thought of the soft waves the framed her face and the floral top that highlighted her skin and freckles right down to the skirt that displayed her perfect legs.
The one image he couldn't get out of his mind was her face, her screech as he accidentally spilled his coffee on her and she shoved him.
He smirked at how eloquent she was as she rubbed at the stain on her chest that his eyes often wandered too, he'd asked her name but she refused to comment.
When he went to acquit himself she rebuffed him Klaus hadn't smiled like this in ages, he had to know her, and fortunately his station reached the entire campus.
He was the night DJ helping out his fellow classmates through late night study sessions and jams playing, 'Who's That Lady' was only the beginning.
For the next week and a half he went on to play certain classics that alluded to the blonde in question though he had yet to meet her again.
"Klaus you have a caller," Kol said as soon as 'You're Body Is A Wonderland' played at exactly 11:11, right towards the end of his turn.
"I don't take calls," Klaus mutters his hand holding up his head as he reads over his last term paper until Kol gave him a shit eating grin.
"It's her," Kol replies gesturing with the phone before transferring it to his own he swallows hard as the line starts blinking, "Pick up you-"
Klaus sends him a warning look as he picks up his phone and hits the blinking light, "Who the hell do you think you are?" her melodious voice rings in his ears.
He clears his throat thoroughly pleased, "Klaus Mikaelson, you're on the air," he responds making her squeak adorably, is there nothing she doesn't do perfectly, he asks himself.
"Get me off the air," she cries as he scratches the scruff over his chin thoughtfully, where is she calling from he wonders.
"I can't Love," he says as Kol spins his finger trying to get her to keep going, "Why don't you tell me your name?" he says conversationally.
"Stop playing songs about me," she tells him sounding like she's had just about enough, "It's not funny and you're paying for the dry cleaning," she informs him.
"With pleasure," he adds as the lights of his phone begin to light up again he looks up at Kol who seems to be finding this incredibly funny.
"Don't be cute," her voice is clipped and just as thrilling as the first moment he laid eyes on her and wiped her chest with his napkin.
"Impossible," he responds amusement evident in his tone, "Tell me your name," he entreats leaning his head on his elbow as he preens.
She huffs on the other end creating a static sound but he waits, "Come outside," she tells him neglecting to tell him her name.
"You're here?" he asks surprised his body shooting up so fast his ears hurt from the tugging of the headphones still on his head.
The blonde in question actually growls on her end, "Get out here, it's cold and I can't curse on air," she mutters annoyed.
He scurries putting his homework away and zipping up his bag waving Kol in, "On my way Sweetheart," he says as he shoves his backpack into his brothers chest.
"It's bleep'in Caroline," she exclaims making him grin as Kol's assistant caught her explicit word and added a sound effect instead.
He strode outside managing a cool breath before he stepped outside into the pavilion, "That wasn't hard was it," he says pulling his hoodie over his head as he rubs his hands together.
"You're an idiot," she mutters as she shifts on her feet jutting out her hip as she crosses her arms watching him move closer to her.
Klaus looks around spotting a few more people in the area than usual especially at this time of night, "And you're drawing a crowd," he replies standing beside her.
"Walk me to my dorm then," she says with a tilt of her head her eyebrows arched in challenge, one he graciously accepts with a bow of his head.
She mellows in minutes teasing him about all the things he's said in the last week, he finds he doesn't mind because he loves her laugh.
He loves it even if it was at his expense because she listened to him and also his boss loved that he'd been reaching out to the listeners.
They've just about made it to the student dorms when he turns to look at her, "Caroline," she smiles reaching for her identification card to buzz herself in.
She pauses looking at him, "I enjoy you," he admits loving the blush of her cheeks as she tucks her hair back behind her ears.
"If you can find it in you to stop embarrassing me on air you can enjoy me tomorrow night," she says immediately wincing at the way her words sounded.
"I know what you meant Love," he whispers as he presses a kiss to her cheek, "Tomorrow at six," he offers biting the tip of his lip nervously as she nods before stepping inside.
"And it's Caroline," she says before the door shuts, "You know now so no pet names," she tells him as the door shorts.
Klaus chuckles into the night, "Until tomorrow Love," he tells himself before walking back to his apartment on the other end of campus.