I have a prompt : Klaroline + Dancing with the Stars ! Thank you :)

"Alright, thank you all again for coming today. I know you're going to be very busy over the next few weeks with your partners so I appreciate it. Let's get started." Enzo Augustine gathers them all in a huddle, holding a velvet top hat in his hands.

Caroline accepts a hand up from Katherine Pierce, a fellow dancer and a friend. It had actually been Katherine that had got her this job on Dancing with The Stars about five years ago, and she'd been eternally grateful ever since.

Much to her surprise, she and Katherine had quickly become crowd favourites. Where Katherine was more known for her sexy, sultry latin routines, she balanced it out with her high energy jazz and swing routines. It was her specialisation after all, although just like every other dancer here, she was a master at pretty much all of the styles.

"I hope I get someone good this year." Katherine murmurs under her breath, nudging her with an elbow.

Honestly, Caroline was hoping that she got someone good this year as well. Last year it had been Tyler Lockwood, an up and coming singer. He wasn't a complete disaster, but he'd enjoyed flirting with her far too much to ever be productive enough and dedicated enough to take out the title.

Katherine had won last year, partnering with Kol Mikaelson of all people, errant rockstar and all around nice guy.

"Oh come on, Kol was okay! You ended up winning Kat." Caroline replies teasingly, even as Katherine shoots her a dark glare.

"It was impossible to pull him into line long enough to learn the routine. He was like a small child in constant need of love and attention. I don't have time to babysit, not if i'm going to beat your ass again Forbes."

"I'd love to see you try." She shoots back.

"Pipe down you two." Enzo admonishes them both with a quick wink. He's never had to reprimand them, is more than willing to allow their somewhat antagonistic friendship if it means he gets to keep both of them as dancers.

As a producer, he has to deliver the ratings and the goods every year, and he's managed to do so in spadefuls. The show is currently the highest rated for it's timeslot across all networks, with an exceptionally high number of viewer engagement.

"Caroline, since you came in last the previous year with your partner, we're letting you choose first this year. Maybe you'll have more luck this time." Enzo continues on, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Caroline just rolls her eyes, stepping forward and dipping her hand into the top hat filled with slips of folded paper. She knew she wouldn't get a female, the boys would be choosing later.

Her hand closes around a piece of paper at the bottom, and she pulls it out, unfolding it quickly, not willing to draw out the suspense any longer.

Niklaus Mikaelson.

Unbidden, her eyes meet Enzo's.

"How the hell did you get Niklaus Mikaelson on the show?" She asks incredulously as Enzo throws his head back and laughs.

Niklaus Mikaelson was only one of the biggest music acts in the entire country. She had his albums in her apartment, his playlist on her phone.

"I called in a favour." Enzo shrugged as a way of reply.

She just sighs at that, stepping back into the circle to let others choose.

Once everyone has picked, Enzo claps his hands together once to draw their attention.

"Alright you guys know the rules. No swapping once you have your partners. First up is going to be the Tango. That should get you feeling nice and comfortable with each other."

She and Katherine exchange a glance.

Shit.

The Tango was one of the most sensual and provocative dance styles out there. She'd come up with a routine already, taking elements of previously successful routines, but she was worried that it was going to be to far out of Niklaus' comfort zone, especially in the first week.

She's just in the middle of a complicated pattern of footwork when the door to the studio opens. She silences the music with a click of the remote in her hand, turning to face the intrusion.

Niklaus Mikaelson blinks back at her in surprise, and she is suddenly very aware of the fact that she's only wearing a sports crop top and a pair of running tights and she's dripping with sweat.

"Caroline Forbes?" He asks uncertainly, even as she just nods mutely in a way of reply.

"Niklaus Mikaelson. But call me Klaus." He looks around the studio, and she tries not to look at him.

"Lovely to meet you. Do you have any previous dance experience?" She asks quietly, moving over to the bank of mirrors as Klaus follows.

"A little. I wasn't very good at it though."

She turns to face him with a smile.

"Well then Klaus, let's see if we can't rectify that."

She had to admit, Klaus was a quick study. The Tango wasn't the easiest style of dance to master, but he seemed confident in leading her around the floor, even if just for now he was letting her guide him through some of the more complicated steps and twists.

"Good." She breathes as Klaus twirls her, bringing her back into his body. She presses her hands against his chest, trying not to show just how aware she was of the firm muscle there.

They pause for three counts before moving again, seamlessly across the floor.

"Okay now twirl, twirl and-"

Klaus completes the movement before she can even say it out loud, dipping her quite competently. She hitches a leg around his hip if only to keep her balance, the other hand curling around the back of her neck.

Klaus is smiling down at her, gaze intense as she sucks in a breath.

"Like this?" He asks softly, hand splayed across her back, holding her in place.

"Yeah like this." She replies a little unsteadily as he returns her to a standing position. "That was good. How about we stop for a drink?"

Get it together Caroline.

The self admonishment doesn't help really, and she can't help but think that she's in a world of trouble if she has to dance in close quarters with Klaus for the next couple of weeks.

Basically, she was screwed.