Summary: It's very simple actually. Tyler is gone, Elena and Damon are finally together, Stefan left town and Klaus' family went to NOLA while he stayed behind to be with her, his Caroline.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in the Vampire Diaries

The Next Step

Caroline couldn't believe her own eyes, she was absolutely certain that she was dreaming, because what was happening in front of her was unbelievable.

"You are kidding right now?" Was the only thing she successfully managed to say while staring at him with her big blues – which became even bigger at the sight of him. She couldn't even close her mouth, she just stood there, unable to move, unable to say anything else, unable to smile or yell if that were the case.

Her eyes had flung open sometime between 1 and 2 am, startled at the sound of someone hammering on the front door. At first she got really scared, scared that someone was trying to break in, but when she managed to pull herself out of her coma she remembered that she was a vampire for crying out loud (she laughed at herself for forgetting that for a moment). It was the intruder who needed to be worried if he knew that a predator lurked behind the door.

She had blurred over to her closet, swiftly putting on sweat-pants and a hoodie before making her way to the front-door. The hammering had stopped and as her eyes scanned through the glass on the door she stopped breathing for a second, listening for any kind of sound.

Nothing.

"I never would've imagined that you would look so sexy wearing that" Klaus hoarsely spoke into her ear when they stopped against the wall, her facing it, him behind. He had approached her from behind, giving himself the element of surprise and of course, his skills in luring himself up on someone without being noticed definitely helped because she didn't hear him coming.

"JERK" She yelled and pushed herself away from the wall, when she turned around she punched his shoulder. "Do you have to act like a crazy person all the time? Yesterday it was nearly giving me a heart attack when I came out of the shower and now breaking and entering? OH and assault" She spat as she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water.

"Well, you can't blame me for wanting to get a glimpse of that ravishing body of yours. And breaking and entering? Aren't you being a little dramatic love? Not a single window or door for that matter is broken" He told her as he desperately tried to hide the smirk he knew was coming. He enjoyed making her irritated because that was when she sparkled the most, the fire in her eyes when angry, especially at him had become an addiction to him, he needed to see it, he also needed to be the one to extinguish that same fire in form of a hungrily kiss or touch.

Taking a mouthful of her water she cocked an eyebrow at him while raising her finger "You should be very happy my mother works night this week, she always carries her gun and wouldn't have hesitated" Annoyance still present in her tone.

He walked over to her and softly took the glass out of her hands and placed it on the counter, "It's a good thing I'm bullet-proof" he half-laughed as he let his arms glide around her tiny frame, taking her in for a much needed hug. He loved the way she always smelled, that coconut scent from her body-lotion suited her so well.

She could be as angry as she wanted to, but all he needed to do was to put those strong and safe arms of his around her and she was sold. They had been dating for almost a year and she still got chills when he touched her, got butterflies inside when knowing he was picking her up or something, it was the most intense thing, a wonderful thing. Perfection.

Still in the haven of his arms she pulled back a little so she could look at him, and every time she did she got reminded of how incredibly handsome he was.

"Thank god for that" she seductively smiled and brought her lips to his, parting them when she felt his tongue begging for access. He was a damn good kisser, it happened every time she came into contact with his lips – her knees buckled underneath her, making it almost impossible for her to stand on her own and he would always notice that and pull her up against him.

The kiss became more demanding, more intense and left them begging for something much more satisfying. She thought he was about to lift her up, legs around his waist while walking towards the bedroom, instead he stopped, almost making her feel rejected.

"This may come as a surprise, but I didn't come here for that" He murmured as his fingers went in circling motions underneath her clothes on the small of her back.

"Then why did you?" she seductively spoke again and tried to kiss him but he pulled her away.

"There is something I want to show you" He kept it short, not wanting to reveal anything. He slowly backed away from her but never stopped smiling. He walked into the hallway heading for the door, expecting her to follow.

"And it couldn't wait until tomorrow?" She asked confused as she stalked after him.

"No actually, it can't" And then they were gone, he just took her, grabbed her and whooshed away in a speed she herself never had reached. The fact was that he knew her, he knew that she would ask questions, start a debate, refuse to come along just because she needed to prove a point, he knew all that – she was, after all Caroline Forbes.

He had taken her to his house and when coming inside she didn't understand what all the fuss was about because the entire house was dark, nothing special. She was beginning to think he'd actually lost it and was about to open her mouth to say something when he did what she wanted him to do over at her house, he picked her up, guiding her legs around his waist and kissed her neck as he walked upstairs, heading for his bedroom. "Oh" she laughed when realizing that he'd probably changed his mind.

Backing her into his bedroom she instantly knew that something was different. She confusedly looked up to see what it was and then he put her down, turning her around so she could see.

It was extravagant but not in such a way that it was too much. Just enough candle-lights to set the mood, soft slow music playing, champagne glasses and one single rose – one the bed.

"No I am not kidding Caroline, I love you and I want you to be my wife" He so amazingly beautifully announced as he picked up the rose from the bed and handed it to her along with a perfect diamond-shaped ring. The whole thing was absolutely perfect, everything was perfect and she couldn't even say a word.

"Oh my god" she finally managed to pull out of herself as she rushed over to him, throwing herself into his arms as the yes's started pouring out. Why did she even wait that long to say yes? She wanted him; loved him and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

Becoming his wife would be as easy as breathing….

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