Hi! Love your klaroline fics! I have a kc prompt:) "I walked in on your ex yelling at you so you grabbed me and kissed me so she'd go away and I'm kind of freaked out I literally just met you last week" AU

She clutches the piece of paper in her hand nervously, glancing once down at the elegant scrawl to confirm the address.

When Klaus, her classmate at college had asked her to pick him up on the way to class one evening, she hadn't thought twice about it before saying yes.

Klaus had been a transfer. Coming in two weeks into the semester, he was very British and very gorgeous. And despite her completely putting her foot in her mouth the first time she'd talked to him, he hadn't been scared away. In fact, they'd had quite a civil conversation, and she'd discovered that not only was Klaus incredibly gorgeous, he was also quite intelligent.

He'd done a stint at Columbia in New York before deciding that it wasn't for him. He'd moved back here to be closer to his siblings, who were all working in jobs around the area.

She finally gets her shit together enough to finally get out of the car, locking the door behind her and staring open mouthed at the block of apartments before her.

She knew that Klaus and his siblings came from money, she just didn't realise how serious he was being. Because there is an honest to god doorman, who tips his cap at her and greets her politely as she steps into the cool interior of the building.

She glances down at the piece of paper again, heels echoing against the marble of the lobby as she heads towards the bank of elevators.

Of fucking course Klaus lives in the penthouse.

The doors don't open directly to the apartment, but there is a short hallway that leads to a heavy wooden door. She raps her knuckles against it a little impatiently, and when she gets no response after a minute she pushes against the door handle and slips through the opening.

And right away, she knows why Klaus hadn't answered the door at her knocking, if the yelling coming from the open space lounge room was anything to go by.

She'd walked right into the middle of the fight.

She can only see the back of the brunette woman in spiked heels, but it's enough to make her feel inadequate.

She contemplates hightailing it out of there and sending Klaus a text telling him no thankyou, you can make your own way to college from now on please and thankyou.

But then of course when she goes to make her hasty escape she gets her foot caught in the Persian Rug (seriously?), lying in the entrance.

She may very well take the coat rack by the door with her, if the loud crashing sound is anything to go by.

"Shit." She swears under her breath as the brunette turns on one heel and glares at her. "Shit." She whispers again as Klaus stares at her, an amused smile playing on his lips.

"Who the fuck are you?" The brunette spits as Klaus pushes past the girl, offering her his hand and helping her to his feet.

"Sweetheart." Kluas begins, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. "I was starting to get worried."

"What the fuck?" The brunette screeches. "Klaus, who the fuck is she?"

"Caroline, meet Tatia, my ex girlfriend from New York. Tatia, this is Caroline. My girlfriend." Klaus stresses, wrapping an arm around her waist.

What the fuck indeed.

She's helpless to do anything, instead staring at Tatia with wide eyes, wondering if the other girl is going to leap across the room and stab her with a stiletto. Possibly, she decides as Tatia grits her teeth together.

"I think you should go." Klaus finally speaks up as Tatia glares at him once more before crossing her arms over her chest and storming out of the apartment.

Klaus drops his arm around her waist immediately, backing away and bending down to fix the Persian rug.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that." He apologises, tone polite, if not a little distant. She sighs to herself, wrapping her arms around her middle as he crosses the room to the lounge, slinging his satchel over his shoulder and sliding his phone into his pocket.

"Klaus it's fine." She finally replies, grabbing him by the arm as he moves to slip past her. "It's not an ideal situation, but I'm glad that I could help you out."

There's an odd look on Klaus' face as he gazes at her, hand coming up to cup her cheek gently.

"Don't freak out." He tells her, before he's pulling her in for a kiss, lips covering hers. It's soft and sweet and over all too soon, and she only has time to run her hands through his hair once before he's pulling away, a soft smile on his face.

"I've wanted to do that for a while now." He admits quietly.

"I've wanted you to do that for awhile." She replies, going up on tiptoes to peck him quickly on the lips.

"We should probably go." Klaus finally voices, somewhat regretfully. "Or we'll be late." He adds, fiddling with the strap of his bag.

"Or we could skip class for the evening, and you could buy me dinner? I know this really great hole in the wall Italian place that does a mean arrabiata."

Klaus' answering smile is like the sun.

"I think that can be arranged sweetheart."