AN: The prompt for this one was that Klaus and Caroline start to fall for it, Rebekah is less than impressed but goes with it. Marcel and Klaus are best friends and Marcel and Rebekah start dating. Klaus isn't impressed either but Caroline talks him around.

The whole ballet thing was my idea, I just ran with it.

Rebekah pulls her into a hug just after the curtain drops and she finally relaxes her position.

The thunderous applause from the audience that marked her first outing as the principal dancer of the New York City Ballet was enough to bring a wide smile to her face.

"Awesome debut Caroline!" Matt calls across the stage.

She lifts a hand in acknowledgement at her partners words. Honestly she doesn't think she could have done it without having him by her side. It helped that he was her best friend.

"Come on, let's go cool down." Rebekah chatters excitedly, taking her hand and pulling her towards the back. Both of them get congratulated as they go. "Nik was in the audience tonight, I'm sure he'll come and see us soon." She remarks knowingly as Caroline rolls her eyes at her other best friend.

"You seem a lot better about it this time than you were last time." She remarks to Rebekah who just lets out a long suffering sigh.

"Although I'm not quite sure what you see in my brother, I've had to just accept that eventually the two of you are going to get off your asses and actually do something about the fact that you're both obviously gone for each other."

She makes a soft noise of protest as Rebekah drags her over to a vacant spot against the wall and starts stretching.

"Your brother is not gone for me." Caroline replies weakly as Rebekah does roll her eyes at her.

"If that helps you sleep at night, keep telling yourself that." Rebekah remarks in a sing song voice.

She tunes the other girl out and concentrates on stretching out her muscles, carefully assessing for any sore or tender spots.

Once she's finished her cool down she makes her way to the dressing room reserved just for her.

She's always found a strange sort of comfort in wiping off all of the heavy stage makeup, stripping away whatever character she'd been playing that evening, peeling back all of the layers and coming back to herself.

Right on cue, there's a gentle tapping on the door.

"Come in!" She calls, reaching for another makeup wipe.

Klaus shoulders into the room, dressed sharply in a tux with his hair slicked back around his temples. He closes the door behind him and crosses the room in an instant, lips pressing insistently against hers.

Okay, so maybe she doesn't tell Rebekah everything.

"You were amazing. Beautiful as always." Klaus murmurs in between kisses.

She takes his face between her hands and kisses him chastely on the cheek.

"No flowers?" She asks playfully, because it's sort of tradition for him to bring two bunches of flowers after every show- one for Rebekah and one for her.

She'd plucked up the courage to ask him out after one such occasion, and she'd been surprised when he'd immediately agreed. That had been almost six months ago and they'd been dating ever since, despite her demanding schedule as principal dancer and his as an art history professor at Columbia.

"I'm afraid that I'm all out of flowers sweetheart." He remarks with a fond smile. "It seems that Marcel beat me to the punch tonight with Rebekah anyway." He scowls at the mention of his best friend wooing his little sister, something he was seemingly coming to terms with still.

"Marcel is a good guy. Otherwise you wouldn't be best friends with him you know?"

She continues to run her fingers gently over his stubble, revelling in the scratching of it against her fingers. She'd always been a fan of his stubble.

Klaus just sighs in resignation.

"Yes I know." Klaus presses a gentle kiss to her forehead before pulling something out of his pocket.

She smiles as he pops the catch on the velvet box.

"I figured in lieu of a bunch of flowers the occasion called for something a little… more." Klaus begins with a smile as she runs her fingers over the diamond and pearl encrusted hair comb.

They weren't generally allowed to wear any jewellery while they danced, lest it detract from the costumes. But this was understated and elegant enough that she might just be able to pull a few strings to get away with it.

She throws her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly and wondering how she got so lucky.

"It's beautiful, thankyou." She breathes as his arms tighten around her waist, pulling her flush against the hard lines of his body.

For an art history professor, Klaus was in exceptionally good shape.

"What do you want to do tonight?" She asks coyly, running a finger down his chest and towards his belt.

Klaus smiles dangerously, and it's enough to set her heart racing all over again.

"I can think of quite a few things I'd like to do tonight. Much later when it's just the two of us."

She shivers at his words, stomach twisting pleasantly in anticipation.

"But for now at least, I'll have to share you with others who came to see you dance tonight."

She goes up on tip toes to kiss him on the cheek before turning back to the mirror. And right on time as well, as Rebekah comes bursting through the door to her dressing room, Marcel in tow.

If Rebekah looks disappointed that she hasn't caught them in the act, she hides it well, instead punching Klaus in the arm before turning to Caroline.

"Come on! Prince William and Kate Middleton were in the audience tonight and they want to meet you! Let's go Caroline." Rebekah grabs her by the hand and tows her away from Klaus.

She smiles over her shoulder at Klaus, revelling in the fact that he would still be here when she got back.

Yeah, her life was pretty alright at the moment.