"I am the queen of overthinking.

That's why I'm always drinking,

Something to get me out of my head . . .

. . . I think I like you, babe.

You get me out, right out of my head.

You save me from myself,

So let me get in yours."

"It looks like a triangle."

"It's definitely just a triangle."

My eyes tore away from the colorful painting in front of us, towards the man who was much more fascinating than the work of art in front of me. Of course I knew that someone had put a lot of time and effort into this, and I appreciated that aspect of it. I just wasn't an art connoisseur.

Kol was already looking back down at me, a ghost of a smile touching his lips while his eyes studied my every reaction to this place, which he had admitted he wasn't sure if we should even visit. There was a special show going on tonight, and what would half an hour hurt?

He took ahold of my hand, interlacing each of his fingers with mine as he gave my arm a gentle pull. I was definitely done looking at the picture of the triangle, so I allowed him to pull me along with him.

The next work of art in the exhibit was a statue of a modern man, completely nude, doing nothing but standing there. He wasn't like most molded statues I had seen in textbooks and in pictures; he was more "normal" in shape, with a bit of a beer belly and scruffy hair.

The most notable feature was the same as other statues of the same nude nature as this one—the extremely small penis.

"Why do the men always have such small dicks?"

"I've always wondered that myself," he informed me, but he let go of my hand so he could fold his arms over his chest, touching the bottom of his chin to feign concentration on the statue in front of him. "It wasn't like people from that time actually had penises that small."

I gestured to the statue in front of us. "Even modern art depicts men with dicks that small."

"I feel bad for a statue," he said.

I snorted. "I feel bad for the statue's wife."

The laugh that came out of his mouth was loud, much louder than was appropriate for the setting. He realized that around the same time the people nearby looked over at him, their eyes dark and threatening as they looked between the two of us.

If they only knew who they were glaring at.

Despite Kol's usually short temper, he didn't pay the people around us any mind and instead smirked down at me, his eyes glowing with both amusement and joy that helped paint the current mood we both felt.

The two of us walked away from the statue, into the next room with paintings lining a lot of the walls. Each painting had their own section, closed off with velvet ropes to keep things in order. If someone wanted to observe a specific painting, there was a place for them to do so without getting in the way of people who wanted to just pass by.

There was an older couple standing within the ropes at the next painting we came to, looking at it in marvel, but they were clearly seeing something that I wasn't. To me, the "art" looked like nothing more than a paint swatch, the things you buy at Lowe's to try and pick out the color you want. The colors of the painting varied, from pinks to blues to greens, but it was just boxes of different colors lined up, to make a rectangle full of different colors of different shades.

Before Kol could stop moving there, I pulled him along and towards the next one, which was actually rather beautiful. There wasn't much to tell about it, other than it was a bunch of curved lines of different colors woven together to create something pretty. It was probably some form of expression, with deeper meaning than just a bunch of curved lines, but I wasn't an art connoisseur. I couldn't find even the slightest meaning of it.

"Art has really taken a turn for the worst."

Kol didn't say that until we had arrived at the next "painting," which was actually just three blank canvases hung up side by side.

How was that art? They didn't do anything but buy canvas that they didn't actually use. I didn't like being insensitive or rude, but what was that? Why was it hanging in a museum?

The art in this room was just too sad, with only the one curved line picture being even remotely a work of art. The rest were things like a single blue line or two completely painted canvases of different colors hanging next to one another.

"Here's a random question," I said, after hearing a troubled sigh pass through Kol's lips. "Do you guys ever celebrate holidays?"

"You would think so, as the origins of modern day Christmas are actually really dark and filled with death," he murmured, and when his eyes tore away from the paintings, they seemed to shimmer with excitement when they landed on me. "The origins of Thanksgiving aren't what modern day cultures believe either."

I held a hand up, which stopped him from going into whatever he was about to inform me. "You know what? Don't ruin my holidays for me. I can believe that everyone in history wasn't the person they were portrayed to be, but don't ruin my good times."

"As you wish." He let out a breath of a laugh, his lips curling into a large, toothless smile while he watched me stare at the painting in front of us now. "Which holiday is your favorite?"

"I like them both for different reasons," I admitted, around the same time he reached out to grab onto my hand again. This time, it wasn't because he had to pull me along out of a room, but just because he wanted to. We were already leaving the room without hardly any real art in it, headed to the next one, so grabbing my hand was entirely because he wanted to hold my hand. It was a nice feeling, one that I reciprocated. "Thanksgiving is nice because people take one day to appreciate the things that they have, things that they usually take for granted. Christmas is a time where people are actually nice to one another, at least for one day. I wish people were like this all the time, but since they're not, I appreciate the two days that they are. Then, of course, there's also amazing food to look forward to on both holidays."

"You're so timeless," he murmured, and even though we stepped into a new room of art, his eyes didn't tear away from me. With him looking at me like that, it was impossible to look at the art myself.

Everything about him was beyond reality, the perfect sculpt of his face paired with his personality that had been hand chiseled over the span of a millennium. He knew how to be charming, but this was more than charming. This was more than someone trying to pick someone up or have a bit of fun for a while.

He was risking everything to get to know me, taking a chance that he had never dared to take in a thousand years.

What was so special about me? Was it because I was timeless, as he said?

The art in the room we came into all seemed to have a little more effort put into it, but it was getting harder and harder to look at the art. Any time I noticed Kol watching the art, I took that chance to look at him, at each detail of his perfect face without a trace of a single flaw in sight.

Some people might've considered the dimple in his chin a flaw, but I wasn't one of those people. To me, dimples were a cute added feature, just like freckles.

One day, I might get used to the perfection that was Kol, but today was not that day.

The more Kol and Darcy seemed to explore the art gallery, the more their criticism of the art seemed to rub people the wrong way. Before long, the elderly couple that was walking ahead of them began threatening to call security if they didn't appreciate the art quietly.

Normally, Kol imagined he would either compel them to shut up or kill them, but he was on a date with Darcy. That kind of barbarism would surely make her change her mind about him.

Despite his past of not caring in the slightest, he wanted to care, to learn what it meant to be human and decent. He didn't imagine he would change completely, as every part of him wanted to rip the dress off of Darcy and have his way with her, but he was at least playing the part of a gentleman well, as he escorted her out of the art museum and back towards his car.

Darcy wore the most beautiful smile, the most stunning piece of art Kol had seen all night. He couldn't imagine why anyone overlooked her, seeing more beauty in her sister than the perfection that she was. The two different colors of her eyes had been the first part of her to grab his attention, with her perfectly sculpted body and face following shortly after. In all of his years amongst the living, he had never met someone with two different colored eyes, or with hair the same color as hers. She called it dull brown, but there was something enduring about it, something that made her looked as timeless as she dressed.

It was as if nature intended for her to be immortal, as her heart already was. The woman that she was, exquisite and unique, was meant to live eternity, making the world a better place as she went along.

Suddenly, that was all Kol could see. She mentioned that things complicated that, but if he could get his brother to leave her sister alone, what complications were there? Eventually, she wouldn't mind losing her magic, since she hadn't even begun to tap into it more than a few simple spells that drained her to use.

Kol's mind was on the idea of an eternity with this woman, even if he seemed as if he was on this moment with her. He pulled open the door of the car he had gotten, mostly on impulse. When he made the decision to stick around town, to get to know the woman who he felt strangely drawn to, he was looking for something to drive, something that stood out without too much flair, and that was what he found.

As he watched her duck down underneath the door, to step inside, something underneath her eye caught his attention. He wasn't one to point out such things usually, but an eyelash wasn't something to be embarrassed about.

"One moment," he murmured, and he dropped his thumb down, rubbing it along the soft skin underneath her eye. The eyelash caught on his finger immediately, but his finger was stuck, as the delicate skin caught hold of him in a way he wasn't prepared for.

He imagined she would be soft, and the warmth underneath her skin from the blood flowing within wasn't surprising to him either. There was no way for him to prepare for how soft or warm she was, as if she was feverish. The blood seemed to pool underneath her skin where his finger touched, and Kol could hear the sounds of her heart taking flight inside her chest.

Her breathing became stuttered as well, those mystifying eyes of a different color locking within his and ripping away all thoughts that usually lingered in the back of his mind.

What was it about her that made him forget what he was? Until this moment, it hadn't even occurred to him that there was no insatiable bloodlust around her. He had been so wrapped up in the time with her that he had actually, for a time, forgotten that he was a vampire, even when they talked about things of that nature, or the errors in history that Kol had been witness to—because he was a vampire.

She made him forget the darker parts of himself, and he couldn't imagine giving that feeling up, not just yet. The future ahead of them looked bleak, with all the uncertainty that lay ahead because of his brother who went to all sorts of horrible lengths to get whatever he wanted, but right now, all he saw was this moment, this intimate touch as he stood not even an inch from her, those amazing eyes looking right into his as he stood there, frozen in time.

"Make a wish."

Everything she did was a reminder to Kol that she was eternal. An old tradition, dating back to the mid nineteenth century, that had always seemed silly and trivial to Kol suddenly was absolutely beautiful.

Though he wanted to stare at her forever, Kol closed his eyes and forgot about the world around them, forgot that he was completely wrong for her. That was all he wanted though, the only thing there was to wish for.

He wanted her, an eternity with her, full of endless possibilities and beautiful potentials for them to explore. That was his wish: eternity with her.

The warm air that she pushed out of her lips, against his finger which had the eyelash still on it, tickled against his skin, touching every nerve inside of his body. As a vampire, being intimate with someone felt better, as everything was heightened, but this was more than intimacy with someone Kol found attractive, a night of pleasure to get him through to the next day.

This was everything he had always feared but deep down wondered what it could actually be.

This was the beginning of a love that Kol knew would either make or break him, with the only determining factor of it being whether love was the greatest strength or weakness a person could have.

Every part of him hoped for strength.

A/N: You guys are all awesome! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! It means a lot to me. :)

Fun fact that I actually did a lot of research on for an old story I was working on a long time ago, twins actually can be half-siblings. I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but they can, in fact, be half-siblings. Identical twins cannot, but fraternal twins can. It's not common, but for example, if a woman had a threesome with two men and ends up pregnant with twins, they could have different fathers, or if she sleeps with two different men within a twenty-four to forty-eight hour time period, she could end up pregnant with half-siblings.

Like I said, I'm not trying to be pretentious or anything but honest. I just thought it would be a fun fact for you guys to know. It's still an out there concept, but it can happen, very rarely.

Enough of my rambling. Thank you guys so much for reading this story! I was afraid people would hate it, to be honest. When I first let my little sister read one of my Kol fanfictions, which I haven't posted here and won't for many different reasons, she said, "Stop making me love Kol!"

A lot of you already do love Kol as much as I do, however, but I'm glad you enjoy this story. I'm trying to keep him as in character as I can while also letting his love for a woman shape him into a better person. I don't want him to be a saint by any means; that's just not Kol Mikaelson. I don't want him to just poof be a better person, but I'm really glad you guys like it.

I'll stop rambling now. Last thing, the lyrics at the beginning are from the song Out of My Head by Loote. They only have three songs out now that I can find, one being a new Christmas song, but I am in love with them.

As always, read, review, and most importantly, enjoy. :)