OH MY GOSH! Thank you all soooo much for all your reviews last chapter! I was so surprised and I was so happy that ya'll liked the Tyler twist!

I'm just gonna go hide after this chapter. Ya'll might try to kill me for the cliffy :)

Beta'd by Gail, cover by Erika

"Is this our thing?" Klaus asked, smirking down at her. "Bars, drinking, you sitting here waiting for me to show up?"

Caroline scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself. And we don't have a thing."

Klaus continued to grin at her and she groaned, waving at the empty chair next to her. "By all means, sit down and annoy me."

"Someone looks rather ravishing," Klaus remarked, plopping down in the bar stool. "Where is the young Mr. Lockwood? Did you burn dinner?"

Caroline rolled her eyes, taking another shot.

"Impressive," Klaus mused, ignoring the fact that Caroline brushed off his question.

She motioned for Matt to bring her another shot, the bartender reluctantly pouring another whilst placing a separate glass of water down next to it.

"Sweetheart, if you are determined to get drunk, then perhaps might I recommend something a little more sophisticated?" he motioned towards a glass of wine that Matt was placing in front of a woman three stools down.

Caroline just drained the vodka shot.

"Well then, you showed me."

Klaus turned back to the bar and motioned for Matt, ordering a bourbon on the rocks. Caroline blinked at the empty shot glass, licking her dry lips as the alcohol hummed in her brain. Klaus watched her out the side of his eye, sipping at the drink that Matt brought him, content to let her sort out her thoughts.

"We broke up," Caroline muttered, finally lifting her eyes to meet his.

If Klaus was surprised, he didn't show it.

"Oh?" he asked, whirling around on the stool to face her.

His face was composed into a perfectly passive expression. Caroline nodded numbly, lifting up her left hand to show him her bare finger.

"I'm sorry," he replied quietly, his eyes trained on her hand.

She shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "It's fine. It was a long time coming."

"Can I ask what happened?" Klaus replied, propping his elbow up on the bar.

She arched her brow at his inquisitive stare, but he just smiled innocently back at her.

"We fell out of love a long time ago," she sighed. "It just took an engagement and a fight to realize that there was nothing left."

Klaus' expression remained unchanged, but there was a spark of something undecipherable in his eyes. She groaned, dropping her hands into her face.

"God, I feel so stupid," she whined, her voice muffled by her hands.

"It's not your fault."

'Yes it is!" Caroline lifted her face up and glared at him almost accusingly. "If I had just said no when I was already having doubts, we could have avoided this whole thing."

"You had doubts?" he asked, lacing his fingers and looking at her closer. She rolled her eyes and nodded despite her desire to drop the subject.

Klaus pressed his lips together in a thin line. "But then again, you'd still be in a relationship that was going nowhere. Just like your engagement was."

"Thanks for your sensitivity," she hissed.

Klaus lifted his hands up apologetically. "I'm just being honest."

She slumped in her seat, running a hand through her curls. It wasn't his fault that she and Tyler screwed up. Technically, it wasn't anyone's fault; it just happened over time.

"You're right," she sighed.

Klaus' eyes lit up and his lips curved into a smirk.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that? Did you just tell me I was right?" he asked. "And can I get that in writing?"

A small smile grew across her face, despite her annoyance. "Shut up. I'm drunk and can't be held accountable for anything that I say."

He just grinned back at her.

"He didn't want me," she muttered, peeking at Klaus.

"What?"

"He was lying to me about the case," she continued. "You were right."

Klaus gaped at her, blinking confusedly at her.

"I don't understand."

Caroline shrugged. "He proposed because he felt like he should. I said yes because I felt like I should. He's been blowing me off because he didn't want to be with me."

Klaus' eyes hardened, his expression turning absolutely murderous.

"He's an idiot," Klaus growled, scoffing at his glass.

Caroline just shook her head. She was done talking about Tyler, and all the stupid stuff that he pulled. That part of her life was over.

She lifted her eyes to the ceiling and brought her water to her mouth, taking a drink. Her head was fuzzy from the alcohol and she licked her lips, watching Klaus subconsciously follow the motion with dark eyes.

Maybe it was the fact that she was finally free, or the booze talking, but Klaus' obvious attraction to her was beginning to be thrilling, in the best way. She turned to him, noting the way his tight white henley clung to his lean form, how his stubble made his jaw look enticing, and the way his curls were perfectly mussed.

God, he looked really hot.

Caroline bit her bottom lip, shamelessly roving her eyes over his form. He quirked an eyebrow at her in interest, noting how her eyes darkened. She was reminded of the chemically charged moment back in her office all those weeks ago.

She hated herself for all the dirty thoughts she had about him during then and any time after. Feeling guilty because she was pledging her life to Tyler, while also having sexual fantasies about Klaus late at night.

"Can I ask you a question?" she asked randomly.

He blinked, surprised, but nodded all the same.

"Always."

"What made you go into journalism?" she asked, scooting closer to him.

He cast a confused look down at her actions, but shrugged.

"What makes you ask that?"

Caroline shrugged her shoulders, propping up her elbow on the bar as she turned to face him completely.

"You don't seem very passionate about it."

Klaus made a face, bemusedly cocking his head at her. "What do you mean?"

"You can't keep avoiding the question by asking questions, love," she teased, winking at him.

Klaus shot her a dimpled smile at the teasing nickname, but offered no response.

Caroline sighed, flipping her blonde curls over her shoulder. "I just think it's kind of weird."

"What, me being a journalist or me deflecting the question?" he shot back, raising his eyebrows challengingly.

"You being a journalist," she shrugged. "I mean, you are a good writer. You are cunning, brash, smart, and talented."

"My ego thanks you," he smirked smugly.

"But you don't seem very passionate about it," she shrugged. "You've spent the better part of the past two years swooping in to steal interviews to 'help me' and you're not exactly working at the most popular newspaper."

"The Star does well," Klaus began and Caroline interjected with a scoff.

"Oh, come on, Klaus. We both know that you could have a job at the damn Tribune if you wanted it," she rolled her eyes, looking at him knowingly.

Klaus nodded slightly, acquiescing to her point.

"I'm just...confused," she worded, licking her lips. "Why journalism?"

Klaus didn't say anything for a minute, picking up the vodka bottle Matt had left and poured two shots.

"How about we play a game? One confession equals a shot," he said, daring her with his dangerous smirk.

She squinted her eyes at him skeptically before reaching over and primly picking up one of the shots.

"You're on."

Klaus arched an eyebrow, picking up the lone shot glass. "Confession? I hate writing."

Caroline's jaw opened comically as she watched him throw back the shot effortlessly, grimacing as the liquid burnt down his throat.

"Your turn," he grinned at her, pouring himself another.

Caroline gaped at him, wetting her bottom lip with her tongue as she fiddled with her glass.

"Not getting any younger here," Klaus teased, shaking his glass at her.

She narrowed her eyes at him playfully before jutting her chin at him.

"Confession: I love writing," she smirked, tilting her head back and drinking down the shot.

She heard Klaus groan and mumble under his breath about cheating as the liquid slid easily down her throat. Making a slight face, she shivered slightly as she reached for the vodka bottle.

"Confession: Art is one of my passions," Klaus continued, drinking quickly as if to brush it off.

"Really?" she asked, tilting her head at him thoughtfully.

Klaus nodded, smiling almost shyly. "Yeah, it's something I've always loved. Ayana was my mother's best friend so I spent a lot of time at the museum when I was little."

Caroline smiled at him, enjoying the way his eyes seemed to sparkle when he mentioned the museum.

"I bet you're talented," Caroline remarked, biting her lip almost flirtatiously.

She inwardly berated herself for the school-girl action, but it didn't seem to faze Klaus. He just ducked his head bashfully, shrugging slightly.

"I'm all right," he muttered, looking away almost ashamedly after realizing how much he confessed.

Caroline narrowed her eyes at him, pressing her lips together in a line as she contemplated her next shot.

"I'm glad Tyler and I broke up," she whispered, throwing back the shot.

She grimaced at the taste, rubbing her chest slightly as she avoided looking over at the man next to her.

"I wasn't fair to him," she continued, peeking up at Klaus through her lashes.

His face was a picture of surprise, mouth hanging slightly open and his eyes bewildered.

"Wasn't he avoiding and lying to you?" he asked, fiddling with his hands almost nervously.

Caroline's shoulders drooped. "Yeah, but I was lying to him too."

"How?"

"I agreed to marry him when I knew I really didn't want to."

Klaus watched her carefully, noting how her grip on the empty shot glass seemed to tighten with every word.

"Okay," he said. "Con-"

"He wasn't the one I wanted after all," Caroline confessed, lifting her eyes to Klaus defiantly.

He sucked in a low breath, watching her with stormy eyes. His face looking at her like an intoxicating combination of confusion, shock, and with a tiny bit of hope.

"And you know of someone you want?" he asked carefully, his stormy blue eyes locked with hers. Her mouth went dry and she bit her lip, unsure.

"I don't know," she murmured, licking her dry lips.

Klaus stared back at her, matching her penetrating stare with his own. There was a beat and she dropped her gaze to the vodka bottle, and reached for it. Pouring herself another shot with shaking hands, she drank it down, chalking up her nerves to alcohol and her raw confession.

Peeking at Klaus again, she was surprised to see him staring back at her still. His gaze was raking over her thoughtfully, as if he was seeing her in a new light.

A new, available, light.

Katherine did always say that the best way to get over someone, was to get under someone else. Plus, she was dying to see if Klaus' lips tasted as good as she dreamed about. He liked her, she was...confused about him, but at least he would be discreet and not hold it over her head.

And she was drunk.

Perfect excuse.

She looked out the corner of her eyes at Klaus. He was obviously attractive, and if his reputation preceded him, he was quite the Lothario when it came to women. Also, Caroline was so not ready for a relationship anytime soon. She already had a failed 5 year relationship and a broken engagement under her belt. She knew Klaus liked her, and to be honest, she was attracted to him beyond belief despite her confusion.

What harm could one night be?

"But then again," Caroline began, propping her elbow up on the bar.

She stuck out her chest slightly, glad the dress she wore enhanced her cleavage. "It'd been awhile since we last had sex anyways."

"Oh?" Klaus asked, his eyes drifting down to her enticing chest.

She smirked at him, raising her eyebrow when their gaze met.

"Yeah," she murmured. "I can't remember when."

Klaus arched his brow, reaching for his long forgotten bourbon and took a huge gulp, licking a droplet off the bottom of his lip. Caroline sighed, mentally keeping herself from leaning over and using her own tongue to help him out.

"That's interesting," he commented, raking his eyes over her form.

The energy between them had changed, almost as if Klaus could read her mind.

Caroline hummed nonchalantly, twirling the straw in her glass of water. It had been a really long time since she and Tyler had been intimate. And to be honest, she really needed some kind of relief. The tension that had been building between her and Klaus over the past two weeks had been driving her absolute bonkers. Thinking of scratching that itch with Klaus was clear proof that she was crazy.

"Though," Caroline began, reaching out to pluck Klaus' drink from his hand. "A girl has needs, you know?"

Klaus' eyes darkened, a flicker of lust gleaming in them. She threw him a smirk, sipping his bourbon.

Katherine would be so proud of her right now.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, innocently stealing a look at him. He was staring back at her, his eyes looking at her with that damn inscrutable expression that always drove her crazy. She could never tell exactly what he was thinking.

"It's actually been a while for me too," he muttered, drooping his head as he looked away.

Her eyes widened in shock at his surprising comment.

"It has?"

Klaus chuckled lowly. "Months to be honest."

"But what about that girl from the hotel bar a month or so ago?"

Klaus just looked at her, his gaze unwavering. "She wasn't the one I was interested in."

Caroline swallowed heavily, noticing her own words being thrown in her face. There was some underlying meaning behind his words, just like hers, but she was too drunk and too lost in his eyes to care about the repercussions of them.

"Shot," she murmured, jutting her chin towards his shot glass.

Klaus shook his head, his gaze penetrating.

"That's not a confession. That's a well-known fact."

All of the breath Caroline had been holding, whooshed out at his sentence. She opened her mouth to counter his argument, but found herself tongue-tied. His hands reached over and gently covered hers, prying his glass from her hands. The rough, calloused palm against her soft hands sent shocks through her body and she shivered slightly.

"I think I'm going to dance," Caroline mumbled, licking her dry lips.

Klaus still looked kind of stunned at his own words, nodding slightly as she uneasily tried to get off the stool. She stumbled a little, Klaus wrapping a warm hand around her forearm to steady her. Her legs felt jellified as the feel of his hands once again sent her blood pumping. She walked unsteadily a few steps before turning around to see him staring after her.

"Well, aren't you coming?"

His mouth dropped open and she almost laughed at the sight of Klaus Mikaelson speechless.

He nodded, quickly scrambling off the stool.

Her answering smile could blind even the sun.

God, he was a fantastic dancer.

Caroline moved her hips with him, praising the gods that they both had a sense of rhythm. She was pressed up against him, his dark eyes causing the most sinful reactions from her body. If he worked his hips this good at dancing, she could only imagine the kind of orgasm she'd get from him in a different kind of rhythm.

Well, that escalated quickly.

"I never told you," Klaus whispered into her ear, hot air blowing on her neck. She shivered slightly, goose bumps crawling on her skin pleasurably. "But you are quite the dancer."

"Well, I've had training," she teased. "I was Miss Mystic Falls back in high school."

His answering smirk knocked the breath out of her. "I know."

She scoffed playfully, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"Your stalker tendencies aren't as endearing as you think they are," she commented.

Klaus pressed himself closer to her, murmuring lowly in her ear. "The blush on your face says otherwise, love."

She flushed even more at that, lacing her fingers in his curls on the back of his neck and tugged slightly, causing him to hiss. She smirked triumphantly before realizing that his cry wasn't out of pain, but something entirely different. Rolling her hips against him experimentally, her mouth dropping open slightly as she felt his arousal. Her mouth went dry and she felt a stab of lust at her core.

Instead of looking embarrassed or ashamed, Klaus was looking intently back at her.

"It's Caroline," she mumbled, biting her bottom lip. "Not, 'love'."

He followed the motion of her mouth, his eyes almost black with lust. Boldly, he leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers. Normally she'd be grossed out because she was totally sweaty, but she was almost too turned on to care.

"Caroline," he whispered, his breath mingling with hers.

The sound of the yearning in his voice sent electric waves through her body, the blush deepening on her cheeks. She shut her eyes, cursing her body for responding to his low tone.

"I'm drunk," she murmured, flashing back to the last time they were in the club dancing like this.

He responded back to her just as quietly. "Me too."

"I'm not engaged anymore," she announced, opening her eyes to look at his dark blue orbs.

He was staring back at her, sending a jolt down her back.

"Good."

And with that, he kissed her.

She gasped into his mouth, his soft lips pressed insistently against hers. Her head spun with the intensity of the kiss, his lips molding over hers as he pulled her firmly against his chest. She clutched the back of the neck, parting his lips with the thrust of her tongue. It delved into his mouth, exploring the depth as he groaned into her lips.

She didn't care that they were making out in the middle of the club. She wouldn't even care if he stripped off her dress right then and there. Hell, she couldn't even remember her own name. All she could think about was Klaus and how his kisses left her breathless. His lips burned hers, his fingertips leaving shocks throughout her body with every touch to her skin.

She sighed into his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. He broke away, bypassing her jaw and latched onto her neck, nibbling at the smooth skin there. His hot kisses gave her goose bumps, sending chills down her spine. His tongue glided down the base of her throat, nipping and sucking teasingly. She moaned quietly, tilting her head to allow him better access. His teeth lightly brushed against her collarbone, nipping there and she tugged his head up to bring his lips back to hers.

She pressed her hips up against him more firmly, grinding against his own arousal. His breath hitched and he grunted slightly into her mouth. She smiled against his lips, grinding her hips even more firmly against his. Her victory was short-lived as he pulled away and sucked on her pulse point. She gasped, her legs beginning to feel faint as her head spun with desire. His lips landed against hers again as he tantalizing trailed his hand down her back.

She wrenched her lips from him, pressing their foreheads together. Their eyes met, his as questioning as ever. She panted slightly, licking her bottom lip as she caught her breath. He was staring at her with a mixture of emotions, eyes filled with lust and confusion, and that damn hint of hope that sent her reeling.

"Take me home?" she requested, her order coming out more like a question. His eyes widened slightly, but he nodded firmly.

"Let's go."

Whoooops. Cliffhanger. My bad.

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Until Next Time

Kaitlyn