Another outtake requested on Tumblr. This is the scene where Caroline tells Bonnie (and other people) that she's in a relationship with Klaus.

Caroline felt herself sink into Klaus's memory foam mattress as she curled into his side, her head pillowed on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair gently, and she hummed in contentment. "That feels nice."

She liked it when he got cuddly. It usually happened when one of them had a bad day or he was feeling particularly affectionate, and she loved the warmth he surrounded her with, loved listening to his heartbeat thump in his chest as he held her.

"Caroline, I'd like to talk to you about something."

"Okay," she said, shifting to look at him. "What's going on?"

"Are you serious about this?"

"About what?" she asked, frowning.

"Us."

"Of course! I wouldn't still be here if I wasn't."

"Long term?"

"Yes."

He nodded, silent for a few moments, clearly considering how to phrase what he wanted to say. "I think that, in that case, it would be prudent to tell a few people."

Caroline stiffened. "Like who?"

"Anyone you want. We can't hide forever, sweetheart."

She bit her lip, nodding slowly. She could see why he'd want to tell people, especially if he expected to take the relationship further, and she didn't disagree, really. She just didn't know how she'd tell people. Her mother's disappointed face floated to the front of her mind first, followed closely by Bonnie.

She took a deep breath, already mentally scripting all of the conversations she'd need to have. "Okay."

"Good girl," he mumbled before capturing her lips with his, and she responded immediately, throwing a leg over his waist, moaning into his mouth as he cupped her ass, pulling her on top of him.

XXX

"So, I have something to tell you," Caroline said uncomfortably.

Her strategy with everyone was simple. She'd take them individually to a public place so that they couldn't throw a fit, and be as vague as possible. Bonnie was her first victim, and she was dreading it.

"Okay," Bonnie said slowly.

"I'm moving in with my boyfriend."

"Okay…? The mysterious one that you won't let anyone meet?"

"Yeah, so, that's the thing."

"What's the thing?"

"You've kind of already met him."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Do you remember Mr. Mikaelson? Our English teacher?"

"Oh, you're still with him?"

Caroline's mouth dropped open and she nearly dropped her coffee. "You knew?"

"You were not subtle. At all," Bonnie said, rolling her eyes. "You whined to me for hours about how you didn't get an A on your essay, and then not only did you mysteriously get one at the end of the semester, you also randomly started wearing skirts and heels every Monday and Thursday, and ditched me both days when I wanted to hang out after school and wouldn't tell me why. You also ended up with some super expensive necklace that you wouldn't take off, turned down Tyler for a date when you'd been crushing on him forever, and the way Mr. Mikaelson looked at you in class was not even close to platonic...Need I go on?"

"No," Caroline said weakly.

"Yeah, when I suggested blowing him for a better grade, I didn't actually mean it."

"Too bad?" Caroline joked with a winning smile.

Bonnie snorted. "Yeah. Okay."

"It turned out okay."

"And was also illegal, immoral, and kind of awesome. He's pretty hot. I mean, not that it's my business or anything," Bonnie said, sipping her green tea and smirking.

"Very funny."

"Just saying…"

Caroline huffed, rolling her eyes.

"So, question."

"Answer."

"Is he good?"

Caroline narrowed her eyes. "That is none of your business. But yes."

"Knew it!"

Caroline scoffed.

"Another question."

"Yeah?"

"How are you going to tell your mom?"

Caroline winced. "In public accompanied by chocolate?"

Bonnie gave her a pitying look. "You should probably tell Mr. Mikaelson to get a bulletproof vest."

"You can call him Klaus. We're out of school."

"That's weird, but okay."

Caroline shrugged. "Well, I mean, you'll kind of have to get used to it. It'll be awkward if you call him Mr. Mikaelson at birthday parties."

XXX

"You know, honey, I'm starting to get concerned. I've never met this mysterious boyfriend, and now you're moving in with him."

Caroline winced. Now that she was at a restaurant with her mom and the dread was seriously building in her stomach, she wondered if she could get away with just never telling her.

Probably not.

"I'm sure you'll meet him eventually."

"You still haven't told me anything about him."

Caroline let out a sharp breath. "Okay. Well, I'm kind of...I mean...So…"

Her mom raised an eyebrow and Caroline bit her lip.

"He was kind of my English teacher."

"Like your TA in your mandatory English class in freshman year?"

"No. Like, Klaus Mikaelson."

"Your high school English teacher?" Liz asked, looking somewhere between horrified and disbelieving. "You're dating your high school English teacher?"

"Yeah."

"How long?"

"Um…"

"How long, Caroline?"

"Since mid-October?"

Liz relaxed. "Of this year, you mean?"

"No. Of senior year."

Liz was silent for a full minute, and Caroline grew more and more nervous the longer it took for her mom to talk.

"Mom?"

"Give me a minute. I'm processing."

"Okay," Caroline said quietly, taking a bite of her salmon.

"I'm not going to lie, I'm angry," Liz said after another minute or so. "Not at you. I'm just...He took advantage of you, and that's not okay. He was older and he should have known better."

"I kind of came onto him."

"It doesn't matter, Caroline. He should have pushed you away or told you no. He's not a slave to his impulses, and this was completely his fault."

"Mom, we're in a relationship. I'm happy. It's not his 'fault'."

Liz pinned her with a piercing look, and Caroline crossed her arms, holding her mother's gaze.

"When do I get to meet him, Caroline?"

"It depends, are you going to shoot him?"

"I'll just ask him a few questions."

"That wasn't a no."

"Well, it depends on how he answers them."

Caroline shifted uncomfortably, twisting her napkin in her hands. "Right. Okay."

"I just want what's best for you, Caroline."

"Me too," Caroline mumbled. "Klaus is what's best for me, though."

"Are you sure about that? Really sure?"

Caroline took a deep breath and met her mother's gaze, her chin jutting out stubbornly. "Yes."

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-Angie