Klaus's house was filled with large windows, and the sky was clear blue. The sun shone in hazy streaks on to Caroline's skin. She glanced down at her daylight ring. It had grown to be part of her, like an ugly tattoo. She wondered how much she would miss sunlight if she didn't have it.

"Mi casa su casa."

Caroline jumped. Klaus was, as usual, dressed so casually one might be forgiven for thinking he was actually a normal person. Despite her recent character and lifestyle changes, it still baffled Caroline to think that beneath those light curls was a man who had walked the Earth for 1000 years.

"I'm sorry?"

"You know, my house is your house." he said casually. Klaus did most things casually. He paused. "You look like you're at a job interview, relax."

Caroline realised she was sat poker straight, fidgeting with her hands in her lap. She tried to slump, but it was just not her style to slump.

"Did you sleep well?" Klaus sat down next to her.

"Yes, thank you. The beds here are ridiculously comfy, I almost didn't get up." she laughed. It was true. Clearly, Klaus's family had little more to spend their money on than obscenely deep mattresses.

"I'm glad." he smiled. He pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. At his touch, electricity shot through Caroline's skin like she's been hit with a live wire. "I'm glad you stayed the night, love."

So was she. After the slightly messy situation with Tyler, both her and Klaus agreed it was a far too complex a situation to explain to her mother, so instead of going home, she slept in one of the many bedrooms at his house. He had offered her a place in his own with a wink and one of his annoyingly charming smiles, but Caroline had refused.

"I'm such a mess, I'd hate to cry on you all night." she had admitted. It was not a complete lie, but it wasn't entirely truthful. While she had no desire to actually cry on Klaus, she decided she needed some time to mourn her relationship with Tyler. Part of her regretted her decision (especially since Klaus had developed a fondness for skin tight t shirts recently) but she wasn't that cheap.

"If you're interested, I'm going to pop off to find some breakfast. You're welcome to join me." he said as he offered a hand.

She hesitated. "I'm more of a blood bag kind of girl."

Klaus pulled a face. "That's like drinking a fine wine from a plastic cup."

"I'm not hunting." she said indignantly.

"Never said you had to, love." He took her hand and placed a soft kiss on it; any kind of feeling against him was brushed away instantly. "I'll have some blood bags brought for you."

He placed an arm around her, and she found herself leaning into him.

"I want to thank you, for doing this." he said, placing a kiss on her head.

"Doing what?"

"Giving me a reason to not be a dick."

Caroline laughed. "You did need one at times."

He jabbed her in the ribs playfully. She pressed into his body, resting her head on the soft patch of his chest.

It was stunning how comfortable she was with him. They chatted about... nothing. Just chatted. They chatted about his wide array of languages, (English, Spanish, Italian, Mandarin, the language of some Brazilian tribe and apparently he was even fluent in written Kryptonian, and that was just the start), his favourite era ("Anything but the 1980's.") and any hobbies he had (although the joke about author's being tasty earned him a playful slap). Soon, nearly an hour had passed.

"I could get lost in the maze that is you." he told her, eyes filled with wonder. As he looked down at her, she could no longer resist the urge.

Cupping his face in her hands, she pulled him forward, and pressed her lips to his. He seemed surprised at first, but he soon found himself. He pulled her into his lap, his kiss endlessly deep and soft. Soon, his tongue was in her mouth and they were rolling around on his sofa like a couple of love sick teenagers.

"Oh my God, Klaus." A nasal, whiny voice interrupted them, causing Caroline to grab Klaus and pull him in front of her to cover herself up (as to where her dress was, that was unknown, but she was pretty sure it wasn't anywhere near). "On the sofa? Really?"

"Rebekah, what the..." Klaus adjusted himself so Caroline was covered. "Turn around."

"Oh, but she's so pretty..."

"Turn around!" he roared. She pouted, but did so.

He returned hardly a second later with her dress, which she promptly slid back on.

"Did you really stay the night, Caroline?" Rebekah asked pointedly.

"Yes, I did."

"Huh, you and Tyler broke up, all of... twelve hours ago?" she put special emphasis on 'twelve'. "And you're already jumping into bed with my brother. And they call me easy..."

Caroline opened her mouth to retort, but Klaus was already on his feet, his top still on the floor somewhere. He had his back to her, but Caroline guessed from the low, guttural growling and the glance of pure fear on his sister's face that he was displaying his more wolfish side.

"What are you doing here?" he snarled. "I thought you moved out."

"I did." she said shortly. "But I was just curious as to why Tyler Lockwood is drinking himself into a coma at 11am. Thought I'd ask your new plaything."

Caroline stood up before Klaus actually bit her, placing a hand on his arm. "Why did you look for me here?"

"Well, your mum said you were at a friend's... I checked Elena's, then Bonnie's, then I put two and two together and came to the conclusion that it must be a very special friend to drive Tyler to drink." she said smugly. "Although, the fact that I found you here is pretty self explanatory, I don't even need to ask why he's upset now."

"Well, now you know. You can leave." Klaus said bluntly.

"Yes, I can. But I won't." she smiled sweetly. "I'd much rather stay here and point out how Caroline here was just about to sleep with the guy who drowned her ex's mother, tried to kill her best friend and who has undoubtedly compelled her to feel anything for you."

Klaus lashed out at Rebekah, who made some kind of squeek. Caroline closed her eyes, not even daring to see the carnage that this could cause.

"You bit me!"

Caroline's eyes shot open. Rebekah was clutching her arm, a very clear bite mark was leaking blood.

"Klaus..."

"Caroline, don't."

"Klaus, you bit her."

"I can see that, thank you."

Caroline went to Rebekah. There was tears streaming down her face and she was shaking. It was terrifying seeing the most vicious killing machine known quivering.

"Klaus, give her your blood."

"Why?"

"Because killing your siblings every time you get into an argument is just a little bit immature, don't you think?" Caroline stammered.

"She was rude to you." he said hotly. Caroline didn't know whether to roll her eyes or kiss him.

"Klaus, please!" Rebekah screamed. "Please, please, I'm sorry, I'll never do it again, please just save me."

This time, Klaus rolled his eyes, bit his wrist and shoved it in his sister's mouth. She drank thankfully from him.

He looked at Caroline, who simply smiled at him.

After Rebekah had left, Klaus slumped back down on the sofa. Caroline stood.

"You're doing the job interview thing again, love."

"Would you have let her die?"

Klaus glanced at her. "Do you even need to ask me that?"

Caroline said nothing.

"Sure, I would have waited for the hallucinations to start before I helped, but you've gotta be firm with Rebekah."

"She's your sister, not a puppy, Klaus."

"I know, puppies are less annoying, and less high maintenance." he laughed. Caroline couldn't help but giggle.

She stepped forward, and slapped his arm.

"What was that for?!"

"I can't save you if you're going to be a dick all the time."

He sighed at her. "Caroline Forbes, what would I do without you?" he kissed her, a lingering kiss that left her weak at the knees.

"Well, clearly you'd torture your siblings." she said, slightly breathlessly.

"Only every so often." he winked. She realised they were very close to be in a waltz position as he slid his hand into hers began to sway.

"Really?" she laughed. "You dance?"

"Only with very pretty girls." he said as he twirled her.

She rested her head on his shoulder, and he rested his on her head. They stayed there for a while, just swaying to silent music.

"You didn't have to do that for me." Caroline broke the silence.

"Of course I did."

"No, you didn't..."

"Caroline," he lifted her head to face his. "I did, and I would do it again, and I will if I have to. I protect the ones I love." He kisses her lightly on the nose.

She giggled. "Is this what it always like with you? It's not even lunch time and we've nearly had sex, killed someone..."

"Aha, yes, love." he kissed her again. "This is exactly what it is like."

She thought for a moment. "Good."

He grinned. He slid his hands down her back, down the back of her thighs until he wrapped his fingers round them and pulled her up so they were wrapped around his waist.

"Now," he said lustily. "Let's get that dress back where it belongs."

"Where's that?" Caroline breathed.

"My bedroom floor." He smiled one of his annoyingly charming smiles, before pressing his mouth back against hers.