This drabble is a 2-, possibly 3-, parter. A little comic relief, hope you enjoy.
Klaus fidgeted nervously as he waited out side of Caroline's front door. Every few moments, he would tug at his collar, as if choking, or pull on the bottom of his dinner jacket.
The fact that she had even agreed to have dinner with him made him nervous enough, but to actually be standing on her front porch, preparing to escort her to said dinner? His insides were churning like they hadn't in centuries. He felt almost human again.
He'd knocked three times already, and a nagging suspicion was beginning to creep in to his mind. What if this was another distraction? Convince him she wanted to go to dinner with him to get him out of the way for something else? Who knows how long his lovesick puppy self would wait on a porch for her, it had already been fifteen minutes.
Sweat began to drip down his forehead.
"Come on, Caroline." He muttered under his breath. He raised a hand to knock again, and this time, he saw a flash of movement, moving away from the door.
A joke. It had to be. Not even a distraction, but a joke.
With a growl of frustration, he threw the flowers he'd ordered especially for the occasion. They landed in a heap on the sidewalk, and he trampled over them on his way back to his car.
"This is the last time anyone makes a fool of Klaus Mikaelson," he roared, as he nearly pulled the door of his car off of its hinges.
"Klaus?" Her voice froze him. He turned to see her standing on the porch, looking breathtakingly gorgeous in a fitted blue dress, her hair in loose waves around her face.
"Caroline."
"Um, we're supposed to be going to dinner? Or did something better come up?"
"Why don't you tell me?" He took a defensive stance as she slowly descended the stairs of the porch.
"What are you talking about?"
"I've been out here for fifteen minutes!"
"You were twenty minutes early!" Caroline shrieked, brandishing her purse at him. "I couldn't exactly answer the door with half my make up on!"
Klaus swallowed his retort, a sheepish look creeping over his face. "Oh."
"Yeah, exactly. 'Oh.'" Caroline crossed her arms, glaring at him. "Well, are we going, or not?"
Klaus flashed over to her, nearly tripping over his own feet. He extended his arm, and she took it.
"What are those?" She looked down at the bouquet discarded on the path.
"Oh, I got those for you, sweetheart. Here, let me clean them up." Klaus bent down to retrieve them, but Caroline cleared her throat in disapproval. He glanced up at her, his hand hovering over the flowers.
"I don't want them, now."
"Right. Yes. Of course." He straightened again, and walked Caroline to the car, opening her door and seeing her in. He practically pranced over to his side of the car, and started the engine, preparing to drive off.
"Where are we going?"
"There's a lovely little Chinese place, just outside of to-"
"I hate Chinese."
To be continued...