I was in a good mood and I saw someone else's fanfic klaroline fluff so I decided to do one myself. I'm not entirely sure I did the fluff part right but I love this, so here it is.

I think I already did a fic with this title or something similar, but this is actually more attune to the song. No pun intended.


Klaus walked down the street of his beloved New Orleans neighborhood, once again safe. Once again in love, once again able to have that love returned to him with as much action as before. He couldn't help a grin from breaking free at the thought of Caroline's face smiling at him that morning, the first ray of sunshine in his day. And now he was walking back home to her, during the night. All he needed was her to be his incentive.

This felt like a dream. A really good dream. Air passing smoothly around him, his heart humming within his chest. Walking without a care in the world, caring for someone so special to him without a worry in the world. Caroline was here, she was with him, and anything that happened now did not matter at all to him. Her kiss still pressed on his lips, her touch still lingering on his skin. He'd accidentally gotten butter on his face, as when Caroline noticed she'd licked her thumb and wiped it off. He didn't want to shake that feeling today, either. As wonderful a dream as it could be, he knew he wasn't dreaming.

The moon as he glanced at it, made him to a double take. It was the biggest moon he'd ever seen in his life; high above the buildings of New Orleans, it was as if he could see every crater in its surface, the exchange of color from the sun to the reflection off the earth. It seemed to spotlight him like a giant flashlight. And he kept walking down the street, with a little spring in his step. And jazz music, only the bubbly kind as no one had died today, reached him, he winked at the saxophone player with a half skip, chuckling to himself at the saxophone player's puzzled reaction, feeling as though he could fly.

And as the blocks passed him by, one by one, each building seemed to shine as if the lights were still on inside them, as if the moonlight was following him and the world around him was glowing. Spotlighting the hybrid man in love.

Klaus skipped into the door and found the room Caroline was in, who was dusting the already shiny furniture. She turned to him and returned his grin. He could see the light in her eyes from across the room but didn't need to ponder on it, as he walked toward her and pulled her to him. Caroline had to keep her hands off of him while their foreheads touched, and quickly pulling the yellow rubber gloves from her hands so she could hold him back. Then he kissed her softly, and she kissed him back, Caroline allowing Klaus to pick her up and carry her to their room. There was no need to hurry.

They made love, long into the small hours of the night. The doors to his balcony were open, showing the stars as bright as the moon outside. Caroline laid on Klaus's chest with the covers about them, and they stared at the stars together. It was a perfect day, and now with her body upon his, Klaus rested a hand on her bare back and kissed her blonde head. Then he went back to staring at the stars, smiling into his sleep.