A/N: Hey, all! :)
Abridged Summaries:
1. Rebekah took the cure and is pregnant. Caroline is sad because she won't have kids. Klaus is awkward.
2. Klaus comes to stay with Rebekah for the summer. Caroline is Rebekah's roommate. Includes smut.
3. Caroline & Stefan warn Klaus about Tyler's plan in 4x09

Hay:) Could you write this? Rebekah took the cure and is with Matt. Now she is pregnant and they have a family/friends dinner to tell everyone. And Caroline congrats them ofc but not as bubbly as she normally is and then quickly hurries of to get champagne (something like "I´m gonna get some champagne to clink glasses. That´s the reason you guys have non alcoholic champagne." *forced smile*). Klaus follows her and she has a lil breakdwon in the kitchen casue she´ll never get a baby on her own.

"So, we have news," Rebekah said, excitedly, grasping Matt's hand taking a sip of her water.

"What is it?" Caroline asked, taking a bite of her grilled chicken, and then coughing slightly at Rebekah's next words, causing Klaus to shoot her a concerned look.

"I'm pregnant."

Caroline caught her breath and painted on an enthusiastic smile. "That's so great, Bekah! I'm so happy for you."

Rebekah practically bounced in her seat. "Yes. I'm only two months along or so, but I'm excited."

It was well-known among their group of friends and family that Rebekah was desperate for a child. She'd taken the cure, and she and Matt had been married for a little over two years.

Rebekah was truly living the life that she wanted, and the one that Caroline had wanted for herself before she transitioned.

"That's amazing. I'm so happy for you," Caroline said again, sounding like a broken record even to her own ears. "Let me go get some champagne. Or sparkling apple juice. Or something. Since you can't have champagne, I mean. I'll be right back."

She knew that Klaus was eyeing her as she got up and left for the kitchen, and she braced her hands on the counter, willing her breathing to calm, and letting some tears come. Sure enough, she heard the kitchen door close a moment later and turned to see Klaus standing uncomfortably across from her.

"Are you upset because you want a baby?"

She gave him a watery half-smile. Typical Klaus. Straight to the point.

"Yes."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked hesitantly.

She shook her head. "Can I have a hug?"

In less than a second she'd been pulled into his arms, his hand stroking through her blonde curls while she sobbed. He held her for a few minutes, letting her cry it out, before he heard her muffled words.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

She tilted her head to the side so that her words would be clearer, but so that she was still pressed against his chest. "For breaking down. I knew what I was getting into when I decided not to take the cure."

"Do you regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"Not taking the cure."

She bit her lip. "Sometimes, I guess. Like right now. But I think overall the costs of it outweigh the benefits."

She could feel him tense under her, and she cuddled even closer to him in response. "Klaus, I love you. I knew what I was choosing."

"You could still take it," he said, his voice low and slightly hesitant.

She pulled back and frowned at him.

"You could still take it, and have the baby, and then I'd turn you back. You're young enough in vampire years that it wouldn't make much of a difference in terms of strength."

Her lips twitched. "You do realize that it takes two to make a baby, right?"

He shifted uncomfortably. "Yes."

"You wouldn't–"

"No," he said quickly, interrupting her. "No, I wouldn't take it. But we could find…a donor…or something."

She appreciated the lengths he was apparently willing to go to make her happy, but she shook her head.

"We don't know whether we can turn someone back after they're cured."

"We can test it," he said immediately. "We have witches that know the spell for the cure. All they need is the sire blood. I'd just turn a vampire and then we'd cure them and then turn them back."

"Would you even want a baby?"

Though he masked it quickly, she recognized the grimace for what it was. "Yeah, exactly."

"Caroline…"

"I wouldn't do it if you weren't one hundred percent on board."

"I'm one hundred percent 'on board' with whatever makes you happy, love. You know that."

She sighed, laying her head back on his chest. "I think I like the idea of a baby more than I'd like having one."

She felt him laugh slightly, and he pulled her more tightly against him. "Well, you could always watch your nephew and see how you feel."

"It could be a girl," Caroline said, her voice muffled against him.

"I should hope not. Rebekah is spoiled enough and she's our younger sister. This child will be the first in the family for a millennia, with Rebekah as a mother at that. If it's a girl it'll be the most unpleasant child to ever grace the planet."

"You're so lucky that she's human and can't hear you."

He laughed.

She pulled away. "I guess we should get whatever I came in here for."

"Sparkling apple juice," he supplied, smiling slightly.

She busied herself pulling out glasses, knowing that the fact that she brought the drinks back wasn't going to fool anybody to what had happened in the kitchen, but she put on a brave face.

She might have eternity to have children, but Rebekah didn't, and Caroline planned on supporting the other girl as much as possible.

Hey I was wondering if you could write a drabble in which Caroline and Rebekah are besties at college and Klaus is the bad boy older brother who comes to stay with Bekah for the summer and he meets Caroline on his visit and wants her [there can be smut or no smut, your choice] :D

"Caroline?" Rebekah called, sticking her head into her flatmate's room. "I need a favor."

"Yes, you can borrow my Econ notes from last year," Caroline said impatiently, not looking up from her Sociology textbook.

"No. Like, an after-finals favor."

Caroline sighed, knowing that she wasn't going to get any work done until she heard Rebekah out. She marked the page in her textbook and turned around. "If you tell me what you need, am I going to be able to concentrate on studying?"

"Well, now you won't be able to study if I don't tell you. You'll be too curious."

Caroline made a face. "What do you need?"

"Well, my brother just graduated from uni and he got a summer internship with the accounting firm across town. It wouldn't make sense for him to take out a lease just for the summer, especially since we live here, so…." Rebekah trailed off hopefully, a pleading look on her face.

"When would he be here?"

"In about three weeks. His internship starts the first week of June."

"Is he the one that's obsessed with baseball and asked if I was a stripper?"

"No. That's Kol. You've never met Nik."

Caroline pressed her lips together.

"Fine, but he's not allowed in my room. Ever. And if he doesn't clean up after himself I'll castrate him," Caroline said calmly. "Can I go back to studying now?"

"Yes. Thank you, Care!"

"Yep…"

Week Two

He had been living at his sister's apartment with her damn roommate for two weeks, two days, and three hours, and he was pretty sure that there was no worse torture than Caroline Forbes not giving a fuck. About anything.

Well, anything involving him.

She was sitting on their couch, her legs curled up under her with her tiny pajama shorts riding up her thigh and a sliver of skin visible between the them and the hem of her pajama shirt, reading.

When Rebekah had invited him to stay with her, he hadn't realized that she had a roommate. So, when he walked in and saw Caroline in her tiny dress and tall heels coming back from work, he thought that she was Rebekah's friend and that they were going out that night.

So, he did what any normal man would do in the situation involving a gorgeous blonde in a tight dress mumbling profanities about her boss, and asked her if she'd like a better boss with more pleasurable work and longer hours, his voice dripping with innuendo.

He smirked as he remembered the offended curl of her lip, the dawning realization, and the glare of her eyes on him. "You must be Rebekah's brother. If you ever say something like that again, I'll castrate you. Also, my eyes are up here, not on my legs."

And then she stomped into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

She had been pointedly ignoring him for two weeks, two days, and three hours, and he'd had enough of her immaturity.

"Are you just going to ignore me for the rest of the time I'm here?"

She didn't answer.

"You're being incredibly immature, you know."

She stayed silent, but he was sure that he saw an eyeroll.

"I haven't said anything like it again, and I won't in the future."

She sighed and looked up at him. "You're a misogynistic unpleasant asshole, and I have no intention of finding out whether you'll say something like that again in the future, as I am making every effort to not interact with you. Now if you would kindly stop talking to me, I want to finish this book."

"It's not my fault you're an oversensitive prude."

She slowly raised her eyes to meet his. "You're disgusting," she said, standing up and turning to leave. He could have sworn that she was walking more slowly than usual and adding an extra sway to her hips, but he thought he was imagining it until she paused at the door.

"For the record, you wouldn't be the boss. But I guess we'll never find out since I'm such an oversensitive prude."

Week Three

Why had she been stupid enough to say that? She inwardly scolded herself as she focused very hard on her cottage cheese and fruit while Klaus sat shirtless on the other side of the table. She could feel his eyes on her, and it was making her shift slightly in her seat. Since he'd successfully baited her into opening her big mouth, he had barely stopped staring at her, and had been shirtless pretty much all the time.

Rebekah had noticed and asked what was going on, and Caroline told her what had happened. Her roommate had sighed and muttered something about it being a long two months.

She finished her breakfast and stood up, accidentally catching his eyes as she did so, and determinedly holding his gaze, challenging him. She turned around to rinse out her bowl and put it in the dishwasher, and stiffened when she felt him brush past her, much closer than was strictly necessary.

She bent down to put the bowl on the rack in the dishwasher and noticed that his eyes were still fixed on her. She shoved the rack back in and closed the appliance door before putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him.

"What is your problem?"

"You."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You, your wit, and your tiny pajamas are my problem."

"How am I your problem?"

"Because I enjoy you. And not only are you my younger sister's best friend, but you're also not at all fond of me, two traits that are not commonly found in women that I fancy."

Caroline snorted. "Yeah, well, sorry buddy, but there's not really much I can do about that."

She left.

Ugh, she thought, I enjoy you? Seriously?

Week Four

He walked through the door, thoroughly glad that he was done for the day, and saw Caroline on the couch watching television. "Where's Rebekah?"

"Out."

He nodded, accepting that that was as good of a response as he would get from her, and started to walk to the tiny kitchenette when he caught sight of the show she was watching.

"Are you watching Arrow?"

"Yeah," she said shortly, before turning slightly to catch his eye. "Why, do you watch it?"

"Yes, actually, but I'm a bit behind."

"Well, they're clearly pushing Olicity."

"Oli-what?"

"Olicity," she said slowly. "Like, Oliver and Felicity."

"And that's a problem?"

"Well, yes. He should obviously be with Laurel."

"Why?"

He was perfectly fine with Oliver and Felicity, actually preferring Felicity to Laurel, not that he really had a strong opinion on these sorts of things, but if she was willing to talk to him about something, then he was willing to talk about whatever that was.

"Because she knows him the best. They've been friends for a long time."

"No, she knows the old Oliver, and she judges him based on that even though it's been years. She can't change her impression of him from the one she had before he went down on the yacht."

"But she obviously still has feelings for him, and Oliver's better now, so they'd be an even better couple."

"Not if Laurel doesn't understand him. Felicity does because she knows the new Oliver," he said, immediately falling into a devil's advocate position.

He liked seeing her fired up, even if it was about something as ridiculous as her preference of couples on a television show.

"Yeah, but Felicity doesn't approve of Oliver's lifestyle. Laurel thinks what he's doing is good."

They continued to debate, and Klaus could tell that she was actually enjoying herself. The conversation moved on to other television and then to movies and books, and he was rather impressed by how many television shows she seemed to keep up with (and with how strong her feelings were about fictional characters).

When she finally decided she was going to go to bed and wandered off, he was perfectly content with his evening. She didn't hate him. It was progress.

Week Five

Okay, fine, so she'd warmed up to him, but that didn't mean she wanted to have sex with him.

On the kitchen table.

Preferably right now.

Nope. Not one bit.

Rebekah had been out more often than not for the past few weeks, and Caroline knew that it was because she did not appreciate the apartment becoming a war zone. Caroline felt slightly bad about this, but it was Rebekah's fault, really.

She sighed and stood up, setting her bowl on the counter and stretching, making her breasts strain against the thin fabric of her camisole, which was riding up on her stomach. She noticed that Klaus's eyes immediately settled on her torso, and she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. He seemed to snap back to reality at her movement.

He looked at her for a moment, seeming to come to a decision, and stalked towards her, and suddenly his lips were on hers, hot and rough, and her hands found their way around his neck to grip his hair. She sighed, giving up all pretense of not wanting him, and scratched her nails down the top of his back, making him groan.

He moved his leg to nudge hers apart, and she moaned at the friction of his jeans against the thin fabric of her cotton shorts.

He pulled back slightly to pepper harsh, rough kisses on her jaw. "Do you want this, love?" he breathed into her ear, squeezing her hips lightly.

"Yes," she hissed as his lips sucked at her pulse point.

She felt him smile against her and his arms moved from her hips to the counter, trapping her between them, and she moaned when he rubbed himself against her thigh as he feasted on the soft skin of her neck and shoulder. She moved her hand between their bodies to squeeze him through his jeans, making him groan and lay his forehead on her shoulder, grinding his hard length into her palm, and raked her other hand down his chest.

"Fuck me," she ordered breathlessly, smirking at his mumbled 'bossy' against the juncture of her neck and shoulder, and spreading her legs wider so that he could push down her shorts and the scrap of lace covering her wet core, the fabric falling to the ground. She felt his fingers ghosting around her inner thighs and spread her legs so that he could thrust two fingers into her, moaning as he pumped them in and out, grinding against them as he smiled against her collarbone.

"Do you like that, love?"

"Yes. Faster."

He obliged, making her ride his fingers faster, approaching her orgasm at an alarming rate, her chest heaving with her harsh breaths where he was still leaving marks all over her, the low-cut camisole only hiding her breasts from his view.

He rubbed her clit with his thumb before withdrawing, and she moaned at the loss of his fingers, before she heard him unzip his jeans. She reached down to stroke him through his boxers, shoving them down a bit so that she could position him at her entrance, moaning as she let her head fall back against the cabinet. "Move," she hissed.

"As the lady wishes."

And he did fuck her, hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him in tighter, their hands both braced against the kitchen counter. "Yes, Klaus, right there."

She heard a shriek from the kitchen doorway and a splattering sound, and they both looked up to see a furiously blushing Rebekah, her hands over her eyes, with a bag of groceries spilling out onto the floor.

"Oh my god. We make food on that counter."

AU 4x09 (O Come All Ye Faithful) where Caroline and Stefan warn Klaus about Tyler's plan. Because 1. they need Klaus and 2. the reasons they mentioned when they had their conversation near the end of the episode about feeling guilty and how they weren't any better than Klaus, he'd just had longer to do bad things. (also because deep down they know they don't hate him).

"Where have you been all day?"

"I've been around."

"I'm not interested in vagueries, Stefan. You've been dodgy and Caroline's been lovely which I've come to recognize as a tool of distraction. Now, do you have something to share with me? Or should I compel it out of you?"

Stefan paused for a moment, struggling internally. He had originally come to tell Klaus about Tyler's plan, but he could almost hear the angry screams of everyone else in Mystic Falls (besides Caroline) already.

Tyler is planning on trapping your soul in your sister's body and then desiccating her.

"I broke into the safe to steal the sword."

Klaus seemed to be restraining an eye-roll.

All your hybrids are betraying you.

"And I found your letters."

Klaus started some sort of speech about loneliness and holding victims lives in their hands, and Stefan could already feel the guilt eating him up because Klaus was bad, but he was sure that had Damon lived as long as Klaus his body count would be at least as high, and Klaus actually did seem to be genuinely trying to help get the cure for Elena, and Stefan was in love with Elena but that didn't mean that the blip of feelings he had for Rebekah had disappeared, and Klaus had been his friend, even if he'd been a bad one (and everyone has things they need to work on, right?)…

And the image of Klaus's letters in the safe contrasted with his own writing on walls blurring into Caroline's face when Tyler told her his plan and the image of Rebekah's desiccated body and Klaus's face of complete betrayal, and–

"Tyler's planning on trapping your soul in Rebekah's body and then desiccating her, and he's un-sired all your hybrids to help him," Stefan said, interrupting Klaus mid-sentence.

"Beg pardon?"

Stefan repeated his statement, and he saw Klaus's face cloud over.

"When?"

"Tonight."

"And you just decided to tell me now?" Klaus demanded.

"Well, Caroline and I weren't going to tell you at all, but then she reconsidered–"

"Oh, Caroline reconsidered, did she? Glad to know that all it takes to awaken any compassion she has for me is for her idiot boyfriend to take away something that has been my goal for almost a millennium, trap me in my sister's body—which, by the way, I'd love to know who came up with that because out of all the bodies you could have picked, it takes a sadistic sort of person to pick my little sister–"

"Well, it was originally going to be Tyler, but–"

"Oh, and let me guess, Caroline told him that under no circumstances was he to attempt this ridiculous plan, and he decided to do it anyway, so she decided to offer up my sister as a scapegoat instead, therefore preventing anything from happening to her precious Tyler—"

Stefan became aware that his mouth was slightly open at Klaus's rant.

"—and now she's feeling guilty, and because once she started feeling guilt she couldn't stop, she sent you to tell me because she didn't want to see the look on my face when I realized that she'd been plotting to kill me again—"

Stefan absently wondered when Klaus had gotten so good at reading Caroline, though really, it would be disappointing if he didn't, since about 75% of the time not spent doing whatever evil overlord things he had to do during the day was spent stalking Caroline.

"—well, unfortunately for both of you, other than killing all of my hybrids, which would give Silas a sacrifice, there's really nothing to be done about this besides killing whatever witch was supposed to be responsible for desiccating me, so, that's what's going to happen."

He grabbed Stefan by the shoulders and began to compel him before he could look away.

"You will find the witch that was going to perform the desiccation spell as fast as you can, kill her immediately, and then bring her head back to me."

Stefan dully repeated the instructions and turned to leave, but Klaus caught him on the shoulder again. "Where's Caroline?"

"The Boarding House."

"Excellent. Off you go, then."

There was a bang on the door and Caroline slowly got up, preparing to answer the door. When she did, she found a very angry Klaus on the doorstep.

"Um. Hi."

He glared at her.

"What are you doing here?"

"We are going to go get the cure so that I can get out of this godforsaken town."

"What?" Caroline asked, a little thrown off by the direction he'd taken the conversation.

"You heard me perfectly well, Caroline. I finally managed to track down a hunter, apparently there's a coven of witches that keeps track of these sorts of things, and we–"

"Wait, we? Why am I going?"

"Because your silly little friends will insist on sending someone along with me to make sure that I don't betray you all—which seems rather ridiculous to me, considering recent events, to be perfectly honest—and the only people that we all know that I won't kill are you and Stefan. As the hunter is in Spain, which Stefan has been to and you have not, you will accompany me. You're welcome. Go pack."

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-Angie