A/N: I do not own Vampire Diaries.

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*Spoilers:

(And yes, I did watch the finale. Yes, my heart did break. Yes, I cried like a baby with lots of salty tears, boogers, and the whole shebang (When Klaus died, but especially when Alaric said goodbye to Jeremy. I really did love Alaric). Yes, I DO BELIEVE Klaus will live on. Hate the fact that he's in Tyler's body though. Why? Because what the hell is Joseph Morgan going to do? fuuuuuck. But loved that Klaroline 'kissed'. Sort of. Whatever. My heart just hurts without my JoMo.)

Since this is a place of a collection of one-shots- here is another one! It does not necessarily relate to the story of the previous two chapters other then having some awesome/cheesy KLAROLINE-NESS! The good stuff.

Please excuse all mistakes. I do not have any sort of beta or editor and I tend to always miss my errors after I publish it.

Enjoy!

"Some day, when I'm awfully low,

When the world is cold,

I will feel a glow just thinking of you...

And the way you look tonight."

The Way You Look Tonight-Frank Sinatra

"Where are we?"

A blonde female questioningly looked at her companion as she entered the luxurious lounge on his arm. She tightened her grip out of nervousness when she took in her surroundings.

"You'll be fine, love. I'll tell you in a moment."

His small smile dissipated her anxious thoughts.

Caroline wandered her eyes over the crowd scattered around the dim room. She could feel the stares from several occupants as her and Klaus made their way towards the bar. The lounge wasn't huge, but it was a decent size to fit about seventy people. Everyone there was dressed to fit the occasion, seeming like they just all walked out of a time machine from the speakeasy 1920's. The men wore fitted suits of whites and blacks. While the woman were adorned in the typical flapper dresses with an abundance of feathers, headbands, and pearl beads. The blonde felt out of place amongst all of the gorgeous people. They walked around with cigarettes in between their fingers and created an air as if they were superior.

Caroline felt like the unwanted newbie walking into exclusive territory. Usually she was the one that walked around like she owned the place. Saying that she was nervous would be an understatement, but did she show it?

Nope.

This was Caroline Forbes, after all. She'll walk into anywhere acting like she was the Queen Bitch. She never falters.

Not for anyone.

...

Fine.

The man whom she entered with has made her falter at some points, but it wasn't fair! He knew that she adored his deep blue eyes and he would constantly use them to his advantage.

"Something on your mind?"

Caroline looked up from her seat on the stool in front of the large bar. She was met with the shiny green eyes of the bartender. He was tall with dark hair swooped to the side and was dressed in a simple white button up shirt and black vest.

"You alone?" he asked.

The vampire shook her head, "No. I'm here with..." She trailed off as she frantically turned her head side to side. Caroline couldn't seem to find her partner. Any other time she would easily be able to spot him in a large crowd, but there were just too many bodies in the room. The dim lights and the smoke didn't really help her vision either. The dick just abandoned her! She quietly growled under her breath when the man spoke again.

"So, it does seem that you're here alone. Well darling, how about a drink to both you and I?"

The female raised an eyebrow. "And what would we have a drink to exactly?"

"To the both of us for being single." He winked before reaching under the bar to pull out a tall bottle of alcohol and two shot glasses. In less than three seconds he opened the bottle and expertly poured the drinks without spilling a drop. He handed her a glass- making sure to 'accidentally' brush his fingers against hers- and held one for himself.

"You're fast," Caroline muttered mostly to herself.

He gave her a mischievous smile at her observation. "Let's just say I'm good with my hands. Now drink up!" The tall bartender clinked his shot glass against hers before downing his drink in one gulp. Following his lead, Caroline wasn't out-shown as she tilted back her head and took the shot like a pro. Come on now, she's been to enough high school parties that supplied plenty of alcohol. She's built a tolerance towards the burn of the liquid as it made its way down her throat.

Plus, she's a vampire.

Drinking alcohol now was like drinking soda pop. Only difference would be that after about eleven shots would her body begin to tingle with numbness and her head feel lighter. Also known as- being tipsy.

Before the girl could even place her glass back onto the counter there was another shot filled to the brim waiting for her. "Another?"

"Of course. This is the 1920's, sweetheart. Unless, you're light-weight and can't handle it?" His green orbs dared her to prove him wrong.

And a Forbes woman never backed down from a challenge.

With narrowed eyes, she snatched the drink and quickly took it down. Caroline slammed the glass and licked her lips in a very unlady-like way. She noticed that the man also didn't miss the action and his eyes turned a darker shade.

"Light-weight, my ass," Caroline stated with triumph.

Leaning onto the shiny wooden counter the bartender spoke in a breathless voice, "I've never encountered a woman like you before."

"You barely know me."

"Exactly why I would enjoy learning more about you."

In a bored tone Caroline stated, "I don't tell my life story to strangers," and continued to fiddle with the empty shot glasses.

"If you give me the chance I would love to no longer be a stranger to you. First off, my name is Ben, and yours?"

"I don't know you," the blonde aggressively tried to clarify. She didn't know who the hell this man was, but she wanted to keep it that way. Even if he was gorgeous. Hot damn gorgeous, actually. Maybe Bonnie would be interested...

"Get to know me, love."

Whoa.

Well, didn't that just sound really familiar.

Total deja vu.

Speaking of men who were fond of calling her by corny nicknames. Where was that ditching motherfuc-

"Love."

Ahh, now that was the type of 'love' she was very accustomed to hearing. Spoken with his sexy British accent and everything. Coming out of his sexy pink lips.

Drool.

Caroline swiveled her stool around so she could stare at her man as he made his way towards her. She took in his appearance which made her ovaries want to burst. Off-white colored suit. Shiny dress shoes. His curly hair tamed. His dazzling smile. Piercing blue eyes.

Ugh.

Just ugh.

Looking at him made her tummy fill with butterflies and her heart do the tango. His smoldering looks made her feel nervous every single time. The Mikaelson man was actually giving her one of his looks now. The look that he usually pulls out when he wants something or when he's done something that would get him into trouble.

Oh yeah.

When Klaus finally reached her, Caroline hissed, "You ditched me here by myself, you inconsiderate asshole!" She poked him hard in the chest in attempt to release her irritation with the man.

"No need to be angry, love."

"Whatever. Where did you go?"

He shrugged. "Had some quick business talk to attend to. Hope you weren't too lonely?"

"No worries. I kept this fine lady some company."

Both vampires turned to stare at the bartender who seemed to have enough guts to interrupt. Ben flashed Klaus a small smirk before training his eyes on Caroline again. "Another drink?"

Said female shrugged before giving a nod.

Why the hell not.

Free drinks are always the best kind.

Caroline was about to grab the freshly poured shot when another hand beat her to it. She scoffed with her mouth held open as she watched the old vampire gulp down the alcohol.

A ditcher and a thief!

"That was mine, you know," sneered the blonde at her- man. Though they were a couple, it felt sort of weird referring to the big bad Klaus as her boyfriend. He said it made him sound like a wimp.

"I know. No more drinks for you."

Caroline rolled her eyes. "Sorry, I don't take commands from a ditcher."

"I would never leave you, Caroline," he said with so much sincerity.

"Actually, my good man, you did leave the lady alone earlier. Isn't that right, Caroline?"

Ah, damn.

Ben knew her name now. Thanks a lot, Klaus.

The female turned to give Ben a look that said, 'you better stop talking before you die by the hands of an Original'. She shook her head as it seemed that her warning to Ben went in one ear and out the other, and he just threw her another smile. He took her warning looks the wrong way.

The guy was going to be in a place of a lot of hurt if he kept this up.

"I'd appreciate it if you ceased to interfere in our conversation, my good man," Klaus mocked the other man's previous words.

Ben raised his arms in surrender. "Hey no need to get angry with me. I mean, it's not my fault that your lady was sitting here by herself."

Klaus took a threatening step towards the bartender when a small hand landed on his hard chest. He broke his heated glare to stare at the beautiful blonde.

Caroline's eyes seemed to plead with him as she asked, "Dance with me?"

He opened his mouth to retort with a 'no' so that he could strangle the man behind the counter, but then she did those big doe-eyes thing with the pouting lips and he couldn't deny her. As if he could deny her anything, anyways. He would personally carry the moon on his back and present it to her if that's what she wished for.

With a sigh, Klaus grasped onto Caroline's hand and led her to the middle of the lounge where bodies were swaying to the slow tune. Holding one hand and placing the other on the small of her back, he pressed Caroline against his body leaving no room in between. The Original threw the envious bartender a glare before meeting the woman's blue eyes. He loved her eyes. It was his one source of looking into her soul and knowing exactly how she felt. Her eyes were big, and expressive with hints of gold that shined in the light. Staring into her eyes made his own chest fill with a warm sensation.

Caroline tilted her head to the side and inquired softly, "What?"

"What do you mean 'what'?"

"Why are you giving me a funny look?"

Klaus chuckled, "I'm glad my look of adoration for you is considered funny."

The female gave him a smile meant only for his eyes as she rested her head on his shoulder. They continued to sway to the voice of Frank Sinatra playing in their ears.

"I leave you for a short moment and you already have men flocking to you. What am I supposed to do with you?"

"Love me?" teased Caroline.

"I already do."

Did she mention that she really loved this man?

Caroline tilted her head back and looked up at his face. "Geez, you're such a cheeseball! Careful, Mr. Original. Don't want people to think you're beginning to getting soft."

He scoffed, "Sweetheart, I think you of all people should know that I don't care about what people think of me."

"Yeah, I think all of Mystic Falls already got that."

Klaus furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He thought that they've already crossed that bridge long ago. He knew that his past actions had caused her life to become chaotic, but that was before she gave him a genuine chance, and look at them now. Going strong and forward.

And yet, he felt he sensed some bitterness in her tone.

Sensing a change in the mood of the man in her arms, Caroline brushed the back of her fingers across his cheek. "What are you thinking?" Klaus raised his eyes to look into hers. Though the both of them had blue eyes his were so different. While her eyes were bright and sparkling, his were so..

Deep.

Every time she stared into them she felt like she was discovering something new. His orbs were like an endless sea. Everything he's ever witnessed or experienced seemed to be swimming in the depths of his eyes. They were so expressive, yet guarded in a way.

Probably trying to shield away the bad memories to make room for the new and good.

.

.

.

For Caroline Forbes.

Both vampires blinked their eyes at the same time. Ridding them of their sudden silent stupor. But leave it to Klaus to always being the serious one. "Are you happy?" he simply asked. He sounded like he wanted to say more, but Caroline didn't push him. She gave him a quizzical look as to where his question came from. She wanted to pinch his adorable British cheeks and exclaim, 'Duh!', but she couldn't because she knew that deep down inside, this was a serious question for Klaus.

She thought over her words carefully before responding.

"With you, I'm always happy."

Caroline noticed the 'worry wrinkles' in his forehead disappear and his eyes gained a shine to them. "You're always happy with me?"

The blonde nodded, "To infinity and beyond!" She let out a loud laugh as Klaus suddenly twirled their bodies and bumped into some other dancers. Yep, his mood totally changed.

"Please tell me that you did not just quote a children's movie, love."

Caroline's laugh turned to giggles before she said, "But if I told you that then I would be lying, and we don't lie to each other."

Klaus nodded in agreement. "That's right, love."

Letting go of Klaus's hand (which she noticed he didn't appreciate very much by the way he frowned) to rest both of her arms on his shoulders, Caroline played with the curls on the back of his nape. She gave him her shining smile.

"Oh, and to reply to your earlier statement-" Klaus gave her a confused look. "It's not my fault that men just happen to 'flock' to me. You shouldn't have left." The man opened his mouth to defend himself, but Caroline beat him to it. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You had to go do business stuff. Whatever, I get it."

Klaus leaned in to whisper in her ear, "You want to know what I think? I think it's this bloody dress that you decided to wear tonight. They can't seem to look anywhere else, but at you like if you were some prey." He leaned back at this moment to catch her expression. Caroline's mouth was open in protest. "I told you not to wear something so revealing. Your body is for my eyes only. Now, you've given me no other choice but to have to gauge every man's eyes out in this room that dared to gawk at you."

Caroline seemed to have found her voice, "Now, you're just being extreme. Plus, my outfit it totally not that revealing." The young woman looked down at her outfit consisting of white flats, a red beaded and fringed traditional flapper dress, white gloves, and a feather clip that adorned her short, curly blonde bob."It's a flapper dress, for goodness sakes! It in no way shows my figure."

"Yes, but these flimsy straps don't do much covering either." Caroline blushed at the mention of Klaus noticing how the dress, though it did her curves no justice, exposed a bit of cleavage and a lot of creamy skin of her neck, shoulder, and arms.

"Well, I wasn't going to a place full of gorgeous people in a potato sack," she rebuked.

Klaus gave a hearty laugh at her joke. "The day that Caroline Forbes steps out in a brown sack will be the day of the apocalypse!"

"Hardy har har," the female deadpanned. She poked his ribs in attempt to tickle him, but frowned as Klaus didn't even flinch. So, instead she opted for sticking her tongue out at him.

They continued to slowly dance along with all the other couples when Caroline noticed something.

"So, this is a 1920's lounge, right?" She felt Klaus nod against her head. "Then why are they playing Frank Sinatra music? Wasn't he famous in the swing era and wasn't the swing era not until like the 1940's? Didn't the 1920's play more of jazz type of music? Don't yo-" Before she could continue, the man in front of her began to laugh. Caroline shut her mouth and pouted as she waited for Klaus's guffaw to die down.

"Take a breath there, sweetheart. Don't tire yourself out," he chuckled. He noticed her glare and cleared his throat before continuing. "You're absolutely right. Sinatra didn't become very popular until the mid-1940s."

Caroline gave a small triumphant smile at her knowledge. She knew taking that music history class wasn't a complete and total waste of her time. "Then why does it seem like they have all his songs on repeat? Not that I'm complaining."

Klaus seemed to have pondered this question a bit before shrugging. "Sinatra was a good man. His music is timeless and many people love him... You're a very observant one, aren't you?"

"Mhm. Just curious," Caroline agreed. "So, is everyone here like- you know..." The man waited for her to finish. She thought about the right words to say without saying too much because if it was true then that meant others could totally hear them. "You know, like us." She emphasized 'us' in hope of him understanding what she meant by that.

The Mikaelson man briefly scanned his eyes over the crowd before meeting her curious gaze. "Some are," he confirmed. "Not everyone, but maybe a little under a half are. Several of the females look familiar, as well."

Caroline gave him a stunned look, "What do you mean by that?"

"It's not what you think, love. What I meant by that is many of these females were once 'acquainted' with Kol. You know my brother and his reputation."

It finally clicked in her head what Klaus meant and she let out an 'Ohhh.' She shook her head as she thought about the youngest Original and his tendencies.

"That little man-whore."

The music ended and a more upbeat Sinatra song began to play. The couple halted in their movements and Klaus held onto both of Caroline's gloved hands. "How about a drink?"

The blonde game him a suspicious look. She wanted to say, 'Uhh, hell no! Not after you tried to break the bartender's neck like a toothpick', but decided to hold her tongue. "I don't think that's a very good idea," she chose to say instead.

The Original gave her a smirk as if reading her thoughts. "I promise to behave."

"That's not very convincing because your definition of behaving might be different from the rest of the world's population. You do have a reputation of being a trouble-maker."

"Well I promise to behave like a gentleman, and I am a man of my word."

"Blah, blah. If you say so, but you can't woo me with your 'British gentleman' crap. I'm too smart to be seduced by you." Caroline bit her bottom lip as she repeated the words she once said to him so long ago. She hoped that he would recognize it. Only a beat passed before her smile grew larger as he gave her a knowing look. Klaus shook his head at her antics and he felt a wave of nostalgia as he remembered that night on the bench.

Did he mention that he loved this woman?

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards his lean body. Brushing his lips against the shell of her ear, enjoying the way she shivered, he whispered,

"Well, that's why I like you."

A/N: I think I've already talked too much in the above a/n. Soo..

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