Prompt: "You accidently got high + think I'm your boyfriend."

He's always noticed her.

The blonde who comes in to pose for his art lessons and he can't say he minds - she makes the perfect muse.

(Though, he'd much prefer to sketch her without anything covering that delectable skin of hers.)

She's got the pair of brightest eyes he's ever seen and their this beautiful mix of green and blue that he can never seem to just get right and they're so expressive, even when he can tell she's bored out of her mind in his class with her back stiff.

To put it simply, she's stunning. Everything about her - the way her eyes light up when she's in a joyful mood, the way her lips curve when she grins and that dimple in her chin when she does so and the way her hair frames her head, fluttering when she shakes her head as she laughs.

He wants her.

Purely and simply.

(Well, not so much purely - he's imagine those long, toned legs of hers wrapped around his waist, spread out on his bed, clenched around his shoulders for months now.)

So, imagine his surprise that when Stefan finally encourages him to (begrudgingly) attend a party with him, he eventually finds himself outside the main event, - he never was one for social gatherings and it was far too loud in there - leaning against the wall, sighing, with a glass of bourbon in his hand as he closes his eye.

That is, until, he hears a loud squeal and his eyes flash open to a flurry of blonde hair and blue eyes before a pair of lips descend on his.

He wouldn't mind, truly he wouldn't, and really he doesn't but the lips are far too sloppy (if not heavenly), far too rushed and hurried for his liking so with some difficulty, he manages to pry the blonde from him an inch or two.

He hears her heels click on the floor as she stumbles back from him and his hands automatically shoot forward to wrap around her waist and steady her and when he glances up, he's met with the glassy eyes of-

"Caroline?" he gasps.

(Because he's imagined this moment. Boy, you better believe he had but both of them had been very sober and it was very memorable.)

Caroline, doesn't seem to care about that though, because she's grinning up at him happily, her pupils dilated beyond belief.

"Babe," she squeals again and then she leans forward, obviously aiming for his lips but she ends up sloppily landing on his cheeks, leaving a bright pink lipstick mark on his skin. "I've missed you," she slurs against him, hands gripping onto his waist.

One of her hands travels around his back and he jumps at the coldness of her hands as one goes up his shirt and she giggles - a bright, joyful thing that he can't help but smirk at. At his distraction, her other hand dips into the waistband of his jeans and Klaus - who had decided on going commando, a decision he is currently regretting - yelps when she pinches, actually pinches, his ass.

"Bloody hell," he curses as she giggles, her head dipping forward to the nape of his neck and he feels her giggles come out against his skin.

He grits his teeth but reaches for her wrist, pulling it away from his ass and she pulls back from him slightly. When he looks down, her lips are less than a few centimetres away from his, stretched out into a pout with her bottom lip jutting out.

He shakes his head, letting out a low snicker.

"Love-"

"I just want to have some fun," she's still pouting at him. "Don't you want to have some fun with me?"

She trails a hand down his chest and she bites her lip, staring up at him with wide, clouded over eyes.

The seduction would be quite successful if she didn't practically trip over her own feet trying to sway forward so he scoops her up, ignoring her muttered, "Hey! I'm a 21st century female, I can walk. Thank you very much."

(Obviously, she can't.)

She slumps against the wall at her back and he frowns, watching as her eyes flutter close and her skin seems to pale ever so slightly, sweat beading on her forehead.

He takes a seat next to her and leans forward, a hand wrapping softly around your neck.

"Caroline?" he requests and she gives him a low hum in reply. "Will you please look at me?"

She does and that's when he knows she's on something.

"You're high," he concludes.

She snorts, "I've never tried a drug in my life."

(Then, she's certainly in for trouble.)

(He's quite certain she's been spiked and she certainly won't appreciate it in an hour or so.)

(His blood boils at the thought - how dare anyone touch her? - but she's there, slumped, in front of him so he makes a snap decision.)

"Alright, love."

Before she can stop him, he has her gathered up in his arms and she barely protests - isn't that a testiment? To how far she's gone. From what he's gathered, she's quite the feisty one.

He's just ordered them a taxi - cab, he immends himself when she speaks up.

"Where are we?" she mutters, voice low and squeaky and he frowns again at how pale she looks.

He slides in, gives direction to the cab driver and keeps her securely in his arms.

"We'll be at the hospital soon," he tells her, trying to be reassuring and he strokes her hair lightly, "You'll be fine.

She hums but doesn't give any other indication that she's listening. Her eyes close and he glares, bites out, "No. Eyes on me."

Her eyes flash open and she glares right back - impressive for someone who looks this ill, if you ask him.

"You can't sleep yet," he tells her.

She whines. "When?"

"Soon," he tells her, a smile - despite his anxiety - edging on his lips. "Soon, I promise."

She sighs, but obeys and her blue eyes stare up at him the entire way there.

(He can't say he minds.)

(He could forever stay lost in her baby blues.)

XXX

The rest of the night is a blur really.

(But he never leaves her side.)

(Not once.)

He tries to begin with, when the nurse begins asking questions - ones too personal for his liking and glaring at him as though he's the problem - but Caroline merely links her fingers through his, twisting her head to stare up at him with those innocent blue eyes of hers.

(And he's lost. Again.)

"Stay," she pleads with him and she suddenly look as though she's about to burst into tears. "Please."

"I'm not going anywhere," he reassures her, giving her a gentle squeeze of his fingers and shoots her a soft smile.

He watches carefully as she recalls the events of the night, vaguely, through glassy eyes and she can't even remember getting her third drink of the night, much less who gave her it.

(He grits his teeth, barely manages from going after the entire population of their college but he manages, feeling the heavy weight of Caroline's hand wrapped inside his.)

(She needs him.)

(So here, he shall remain.)

(For her.)

The nurses lay her down and before he knows it, she's hooked up to everything he can see - he'll never understand all the technological equipment doctor's use and she's hooked up to an IV.

The nurse asks to see him before she leaves and he reluctantly follows.

"Yes?"

"She'll need to be watched over for the next few days," she tells him, all business, lips pressed firmly together, "And on bed rest for the majority of that."

He raised an eyebrow, sensing Caroline would not be happy, but nodded.

"I'll make sure of that," he informs the nurse stiffly.

She nods in reply, almost cracks a smile.

"She's lucky, you know," she tells him, "To have a boyfriend like you. You won't believe how many patients I've had in here..."

He drowns the rest of her out.

Boyfriend.

"We're not-" he starts weakly because they're not, barely know each other infact.

The nurse snorts at him, rolling her eyes.

"Yes you are," she tells him, "Whether you know it yet or not. But you are. And you know why?" she asks. "You look at that girl like she's the light of your life."

He gives her a small smile in reply, head twisting around to look at Caroline, eyes shut and deep breaths coming from her.

(Yeah, she just might be the light of his life.)

(And he's quite certain he's halfway in love with her already.)

XXX

When she wakes up, she looks so disoriented that Klaus can't help but chuckle before there's a few doctors rushing in, asking more questions and informing her of the events of the night and he swears, he's never seen a women look that livid-

-her cheeks turn red, eyes harden and her lips press firmly together.

When they leave, it doesn't take her long to pinpoint him, however.

"Klaus," she gasps, her voice scratchy and he leans over to the table to pick up the bottle of water he'd bought from the cafe earlier.

"Drink?" he offers.

She nods, "Please."

She's still pale but some colour has returned to her cheeks and her lips are no longer blue so that's a good sign. Right?

When he looks up, she's staring expectantly down at him and he bites back a nervous chuckle, running his hand through his hair.

"Why are you here?" she asks. Blunt and straightforward.

He shakes his head.

"I found you."

"Oh," she startles slightly and then shakes her head before she's smiling brightly up at him, "Thank you, then."

He smiles back, suddenly feeling awkward and maybe he should leave-

"I hope I didn't do anything too awkward?" her voice is a question and honestly, he has to bite back a smirk-

-the feeling of her hands on him ingrained in his memory.

"Well," He smirks.

She groans.

"No," she interrupts him. "Please don't tell me. I have a feeling I don't want to know."

He chuckles, shaking his head.

"I certainly didn't mind it, love," he tells her.

She huffs softly but she's still smiling as her eyes gleam up at him.

"Well, I hope I wasn't too much for you," she challenges.

His eyes are mischievous as they sparkle, the blues in them brightening. He licks his lips.

"Certainly not, love."

She's still smiling at him and he's still certain that despite everything today, he's still not going to manage to get that curve of her upper lip just right.

"I hope you'll let me make it up to you," she tells him, a smirk of her own on the corners of her lips.

(Was that suppose to sound that dirty out loud?)

(Because now all he could think of was having her tied to his bed, begging until he let her find release - his mouth on her, buried inside her, the endless possibilities.)

His eyes dart down to her lips before settling back on her bright, expressive eyes.

"Certainly," he tells her, tongue swiping across his bottom lip.

(Oh, the possibilities.)

"How about we start with me nursing you back to health?"

He grins as she snorts and then launches into a tale of how she's a twenty first century woman and doesn't need a man to take a care of her.

(She did, though.)

(Just this once.)