Author's note: This was created for the Klaroline Fall Bingo Event.

Prompt: Thanksgiving


"Seriously, who gets married on Thanksgiving?!"

Klaus wryly replied, "That's your objection, love?" Nodding toward the front of the room, he said, "Not Elvis officiating the wedding or Cher playing the wedding march?"

"Nope. It's exactly how I want my wedding to go — celebrity impersonators are a must-have. Besides, accordion music is the language of love," she retorted, trying to smooth out the wrinkles of her travel-worn knit dress. Had she known Bonnie and Enzo would decide at the last minute to get married, she wouldn't have stuffed her only dress in a corner of her luggage.

Thanksgiving in Las Vegas had been a spontaneous suggestion of Bonnie's, something so completely out of character that Caroline was irritated she hadn't been suspicious right away. But her sister had bribed her with reservations at the exclusive Arcadius Lounge, which promised a gourmet feast of all things pumpkin and cranberry, so she stopped asking her usual pesky questions.

Klaus eyed her appreciatively, his voice low as he rumbled, "I always knew you were a secret romantic, sweetheart. Even when our debate about unionizing cannabis workers grew so loud we were kicked out of the library, I could tell you were the sentimental type."

She bit back a laugh as Bonnie and Enzo pulled a few robot dance moves as they walked together down the aisle. She studiously ignored Klaus, pushing down those inconvenient feelings she'd developed from when they were in college. Their little group of friends was incestuous enough between Bonnie and Enzo, Rebekah and Stefan, and Kol and...everyone else.

Sure. Keep telling yourself you aren't interested. How much did you bribe the manager to ensure your room was right next door?

"Wise men say 'Only fools rush in.'" As the Elvis guy continued, Caroline realized he'd adapted the introduction to the wedding vows into Elvis' song, "Can't Help Falling in Love." She and Klaus looked on in amusement/horror as he perfectly timed his arthritic pelvic thrusts to the "like a river flows to the sea" chorus. Classy.

Still, she grew misty-eyed when she saw how unbelievably happy Bonnie was as she and Enzo joined the Elvis guy in performing a few of his signature karate moves. "You and Bonnie are sisters," Klaus leaned in, his breath on her cheek making her skin tingle pleasantly. "Is your family planning a reception when you fly home?"

Hopefully their family had no idea where they were. "Oh, um...it's complicated. I'm sure you noticed when we were in school that Bonnie and I never went home for the holidays and made ourselves scarce for the annual Parents' Day activities. It's because we had to cut our family out of our lives. They're...um, a destructive force and we just couldn't handle them anymore." They were the only ones to escape the Gemini Coven.

And now Bonnie was bringing Enzo into this mess. At least he hadn't fainted when they made his tattoo dance across his arm. Plus, they were kind enough to put a glamour spell on it so it was the correct Chinese symbol for courage. (No one should be walking around with a tattoo that said lusty noodle.)

If only their magic was always so predictable — when they'd first arrived on campus, Caroline's hair turned a different shade of purple for nearly two weeks after she cast their protection spells. Every time she'd run into Klaus with his flirty winks and knowing smirks, the color would change, forcing her to come up with lies that sounded more and more ridiculous. Not to mention Bonnie's stupid insistence that her magic could be affected by strong emotions...

Klaus politely waited until drag queen Cher finished her impressive rendition of "If I Could Turn Back Time" (odd choice for a wedding, but somehow, with the Elvis guys singing backup, it worked.) "I certainly can sympathize with you. My siblings and I had a similar situation with our parents. It took some time, but we finally made a clean break. Self-care is important."

"Self-care, yes. Definitely," Caroline muttered.

He seemed to be searching for something in her expression, and whatever he found there caused his brow to furrow. "Caroline," he began in that accent that always made her ache, "are you —"

Whatever Klaus started to say was cut off when Kol suddenly stumbled into the chair beside them, sloshing his drink over the rim. "Abraham Lincoln's a cheap bastard," he whined, "he used Whiny Camel Vodka in my martini. Haven't had to drink that swill since uni." Tossing a flirty smile over his shoulder at the impersonator behind the bar, he added, "at least he's a tasty little stovetop treat."

"Stovepipe," Caroline corrected in amusement.

Klaus' troublemaking brother waved her off, loudly whispering, "No, little bird, he insisted he was a top!"

They both frantically shushed him, not wanting to miss the next wardrobe change for drag queen Cher. It was shaping up to be spectacular with her frothy "Turn Back Time" 80s wig almost touching the paper wedding bells hanging overhead. She suddenly was aware of how close they were sitting; the warmth of Klaus seeping into her skin was making her hot and cold and did he always have to smell like delicious fall spices and seriously how much longer was this wedding anyway?

"You guys ditched me last night," Kol said petulantly, leaning over until he was practically in Caroline's lap.

"You got drunk and tried to fight a horse."

Huffing indignantly, Kol replied, "You didn't hear what the bloody horse said." He slowly blinked, glancing between the two of them as though he just remembered something. With an impish grin, he revealed, "You know, Nik bribed the clerk at our hotel so his room was next to yours. Seemed like a bloody waste to get two rooms to begin with. Although I applaud that you two are shagging at a frequency that requires two beds. Bravo!"

Where the evening could've gone next was anyone's guess, but the adorable flush staining Klaus' cheeks made Caroline feel undeniably giddy about the outcome...

And that was when the altar erupted in purple flames. To Enzo's credit, he didn't seem especially freaked out when a strange man sporting black, soulless eyes flicked his wrist and caused Elvis guy to fly across the room. Drag queen Cher pulled off one of her enormous platform stilettos, brandishing it like a rhinestone-bedecked baseball bat, and Caroline made a mental note to send her an enchanted wardrobe if they managed to survive this mess.

When the intruder tried to grab Bonnie, Enzo sucker-punched him, which made Caroline snort in amusement despite the terror she felt. Their sadistic coven leader had had that coming for years.

"Your days of running from our coven are at an end," he swore, that malicious spark in his furious gaze filled Caroline with dread.

"Kai! We put you in one prison world; don't think we can't shove you in another one," Bonnie growled, channeling her power to send Enzo and the wedding chapel staff to their safe house in a wisp of smoke.

Caroline looked over her shoulder at Klaus, who seemed torn between confusion and terror. Like most of her dates. Just before she magicked him and Kol away to the safe house, she winked and said, "I told you it was complicated."