A/N: I don't know what it is with me writing either wall/door sex or Caroline giving Klaus blowjobs on her knees, but whatevs. There's smut in this. Enjoy.
Prompt: High School AU/AH with Klaroline (and preferably Kalijah, Stebekah & Kennett if they fit into it). Prompt - 'The great food fight of 2015 was mostly a blur in their memories. The only thing they all knew for sure was that Kol started it.'
The great food fight of 2015 was mostly a blur in their memories. The only thing they all knew for sure was that Kol started it.
Or, at least, that's what five of them claimed as all six of them sat in Principal Fell's office.
Kol was the lone one to disagree.
"No, I swear, it was Bekah."
"Are you sure, Kol? Because it seems like everyone else is claiming otherwise."
"No. Principal Fell, I honestly didn't."
"Well, what's your version of events?"
"It's not funny, Kol."
"Of course it is, Little Sister. You were so excited about those new jeans and thanks to your darling boyfriend, they're now covered with ketchup."
"It wasn't Stefan's fault. It was yours."
"How was it my fault?"
"You were the one that spilled it all over me!"
"Yes, because Stefan elbowed me in the side. I slipped. The paper cup fell on you. It wasn't my fault."
"You shouldn't have been so surprised. There's no excuse for splattering food all over me. And don't call me Little Sister. You're only three minutes older than me."
"Which means you're still younger."
Rebekah rolled her eyes. "The point is it's your fault that I now have a giant red stain on my jeans, and you have to clean them or buy me new ones or something."
"That's ridiculous."
"Can you scoot over, Bekah?" Caroline interrupted, having arrived at the table with her plate.
"Caroline, look at this. My new jeans are ruined."
Caroline's eyes went wide and she immediately pulled out her backpack and fished around in it. "I have a pad if you want one. And I can go to the nurse's office and get some hydrogen peroxide. Don't worry, I think they're still salvageable. When did you notice that you–"
"I'm not on my period, Care."
Kol burst into laughter, and Rebekah glared at him. "Kol, this is all your fault and it's not funny."
Kol kept laughing, his laughter growing louder, and people started turning to see what he thought was so funny. Rebekah was blushing. "Kol, stop!"
He didn't. Rebekah picked up a fried potato and threw it at Kol, and it bounced off of his face.
He retaliated by throwing a soggy carrot at her, but missed and hit Caroline in the face.
"And that was that. So Bekah threw the first shot."
"That's not what happened," Rebekah said angrily, before turning to Principal Fell. "He's wrong, it was completely different…"
"Are you free Friday night?"
Rebekah winced, popping a fried potato into her mouth. "No. We have a family dinner that night," she said, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.
Stefan nodded, picking at his own food. "Saturday?"
"Yeah. That sounds great. Do you want to see a movie?"
"Sure," Stefan said.
"Have you seen Bonnie?" Kol cut into the conversation.
"No, not since this morning, why?"
Kol shrugged. "She was supposed to be here by now."
"Maybe she came to her senses," Rebekah said nastily, causing Kol to frown.
"Rebekah…" Stefan said, his voice slightly scolding.
She was saved from answering by her other brother putting down his tray on the other side of the table.
"Oh, look who lost the 'who's-friend-group-we'll-sit-with-at-lunch' argument today," Kol said, grinning at his brother.
"It's not an argument," Klaus said tiredly. "It's her turn."
Rebekah rolled her eyes, popping another piece of potato in her mouth. Her brother was so whipped.
"So, it's her turn every time the name of the day ends in a 'y'?" Kol asked, smirking.
Rebekah laughed, but the tater tot got stuck in her throat. Stefan noticed, hurriedly getting up to walk around the table to her, elbowing Kol in the side on the way, causing Kol to knock his paper cup of ketchup with his arm, which slid across the plastic lunch table to teeter on the edge before falling into Rebekah's lap.
She managed to swallow the potato as the ketchup fell, and screeched when it landed all over he front of her jeans.
"Kol!"
"Are you all right?" Klaus asked from across the table.
Rebekah ignored him. "Kol! You ruined my jeans."
"What are you talking about?"
Rebekah glared at him and stood up, motioning to the front of her jeans which were now stained in red, causing Kol to burst into laughter.
"It's not funny, Kol."
"Of course it is, Little Sister. You were so excited about those new jeans and thanks to your darling boyfriend, they're now covered with ketchup."
"It wasn't Stefan's fault. It was yours."
"How was it my fault?"
"You were the one that spilled it all over me!"
"Yes, because Stefan elbowed me in the side. I slipped. The paper cup fell on you. It wasn't my fault."
She let out an angry huff, grabbing a napkin to dab at her now red-stained (designer!) jeans.
"You shouldn't have been so surprised. There's no excuse for splattering food all over me. And don't call me Little Sister. You're only three minutes older than me," she growled, very close to losing her temper.
"Which means you're still younger."
"The point is it's your fault that I now have a giant red stain on my jeans, and you have to clean them or buy me new ones or something."
"That's ridiculous."
No, it really wasn't. These were two hundred fucking dollar jeans.
She felt a gentle shake on her shoulder.
"Can you scoot over, Bekah?" Caroline interrupted them, pushing Rebekah's tray slightly so that she could sit across from Klaus.
If anyone could understand the injustice of ruining a pair of True Religion jeans, it would be Caroline. "Caroline, look at this. My new jeans are ruined," she said tearfully.
The other girl seemed to magically grab her backpack out of thin air and unzipped it, her hand already sifting through the contents. "I have a pad if you want one. And I can go to the nurse's office and get some hydrogen peroxide. Don't worry, I think they're still salvageable. When did you notice that you–"
Rebekah's eyes widened, realizing what Caroline thought had happened. "I'm not on my period, Care."
Kol burst into laughter, and Rebekah glared at him. "Kol, this is all your fault and it's not funny."
She realized that people were starting to stare. "Kol, stop!" she said, ducking her head down and catching sight of the paper cup on the floor.
Which wouldn't have slid on its own, because it's paper.
The absolute prick. He'd done it on purpose.
She gave her brother a death glare from across the table and threw a tater tot at him. He immediately retaliated with a soggy carrot, which hit Caroline in the face.
Klaus looked up at Caroline's screech, seemed to realize what had occured, and pushed his bowl of carrots towards her. Caroline grabbed one, squeezed it into mush in her hand, and threw it at Kol, hitting him in the nose. Kol brushed out his eyes, but by that time, Rebekah had loaded a piece of mystery-meat-that-claimed-to-be-beef casserole onto a spoon, also lobbing it at Kol, not noticing that Bonnie had come up behind him and leaned down to hug him from behind.
The beef hit her in the chest, dripping down her shirt.
Bonnie looked up at Rebekah, absolute rage shimmering in her eyes…
"And the rest is history, okay? I didn't start it. Kol threw ketchup at me on purpose."
Principal Fell ran a hand over his face, as though in pain.
"Can anyone verify one story or the other?"
Rebekah elbowed Stefan in the side, glaring at him, and he rolled his eyes, nodding.
"Yeah, I can."
"Bekah, are you free Friday?" Stefan asked.
Rebekah didn't answer, and Stefan realized that she was absorbed in her phone, exchanging an exasperated look with Kol, who was all too familiar with her zoning out and not talking. Stefan picked at his peas, waiting for Rebekah to put her phone away, repeating his question when she did.
"Are you free Friday night?"
"No. We have a family dinner that night," she said with her mouth full, covering her lips with her hand so that he wouldn't see it.
He mentally ran through his schedule. If she was doing dinner on Friday he could finish his homework then. "Saturday?"
"Yeah. That sounds great. Do you want to see a movie?"
"Sure," Stefan said.
"Have you seen Bonnie?" Kol jumped in, squeezing an enormous amount of ketchup from the plastic container into one of the tiny paper cups the school used for condiments.
"No, not since this morning, why?"
Kol shrugged. "She was supposed to be here by now."
"Maybe she came to her senses," Rebekah said, rather meanly.
Stefan sighed. He liked Rebekah, but she could be malicious, though it was usually just because she didn't think before she spoke. "Rebekah…"
She shrugged at him, and Kol glared at her, starting to fiddle with the paper cup. Rebekah didn't notice, apparently focused on her food and the arrival of Klaus, but, as fidgety as Kol was, ripping his ketchup cup wasn't the sort of fidgeting Kol normally did.
"Oh, look who lost the 'who's-friend-group-we'll-sit-with-at-lunch' argument today," Kol said, methodically making tiny tears in the rim of the cup.
Stefan shot him a suspicious look, which he ignored.
"It's not an argument. It's her turn."
"So, it's her turn every time the name of the day ends in a 'y'?" Kol asked, smirking.
Rebekah laughed, but then made a slightly strangled sound, making Stefan look up to see her eyes wide. He immediately sprang up from his side of the table, not even apologizing for smacking Kol with his elbow, and hurried around to help her. The next thing he knew Rebekah was screeching about Kol ruining her pants.
"So, you didn't see him throw it purposefully?" Principal Fell asked, apparently trying to clarify Stefan's side of the story.
"No, but I saw him tearing up the cup, so it was pretty clear."
"Well, that's not concrete proof, and especially since you all joined in…"
"Not all of us joined in," Bonnie said irritably.
"I second that," Klaus mumbled from the end of the line.
"Oh please, Nik. You practically fed Caroline projectiles," Kol said, rolling his eyes.
Klaus just gave a wicked smile, and was clearly about to make some sort of innuendo out of Kol's statement when Caroline elbowed him in the ribs.
Principal Fell raised his eyebrows. "What does he mean by that?"
Klaus sighed dramatically. "Well…" he began, before trailing off as he remembered why they'd been late to lunch, unwilling to tell the story.
"Please?"
"Caroline, we sat with them yesterday."
"But I want to sit with them today, too. I need to talk to Rebekah."
"Has it ever occurred to you that I live with half of the people at that table, and I don't want to spend my entire lunch hour with them?"
She laced her fingers through his, swinging their hands as they walked. "I know," she said, sighing. "I'm sorry. I just feel like I never get to see them since I'm taking all AP classes this year."
"You see Bonnie in all of them," he reminded her.
And me, he added in his head.
"Well yeah, but not Bekah, Kol, or Stefan."
"I know, but you could always come for dinner and see them after school. You're always welcome at our house, love. My parents love you."
She snorted, shooting him a sideways look. "Every time I come to your house I just end up spending time with you."
"Is that a bad thing?"
She laughed. "Not at all. Although I think your Mom wouldn't like me nearly as much if she knew what we were up to."
"My Mum has six children, Caroline, I think she knows exactly what we're up to. You're not exactly quiet, you know."
He smirked as he saw a blush make its way up Caroline's cheeks. It was rather endearing.
"Don't worry, I take it as a compliment," he added, smiling at the way she glared at him.
"I'll show you loud."
He raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
She gave his hand a squeeze, and he squeezed it back almost automatically, before letting her drag him down a separate hallway where the single-stall bathrooms were. He smirked as she opened the bathroom door and pulled him in.
"As much as I'd love to make you scream in the middle of the hall–"
She interrupted him with a kiss, pressing herself against him, her back against the sink, her hands sneaking under his shirt to run across his chest, grinding her core against his hardening erection. She reached down to grasp him through his jeans and he groaned as she rubbed him, her fingers nimbly undoing his button and fly before grasping him in her hand, starting to stroke him.
"Caroline, we're at school," he said quietly, groaning as her lips touched his neck.
"I'm aware," she mumbled against him.
"Someone might hear."
"Only if you're loud," she said, and he could feel her smile against his neck. "Just be quiet and no one will know."
She rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the precum across the tip of it, and he bucked into her hand, swearing under his breath, watching her kiss his neck in the mirror behind her. She let her other hand drag down the front of his chest.
"Caroline…" he warned.
He had no interest in coming on her hand in a school bathroom, because he knew some would get on his clothes, and it would be incredibly uncomfortable.
He said as much to her, but she just gave him an evil grin and pulled off her sweater, her t-shirt sticking to it and giving him an enticing view of her breasts if he looked below him or the creamy skin of her back in the mirror, before she pulled the t-shirt back down and dropped her sweater on the floor.
He was momentarily confused at what was going on before she was kneeling under the sink, her lips wrapped around him, and he braced himself against the edge of it for support.
Well, that solved the coming on her hand problem, anyway.
He let out a loud groan as she sucked particularly hard before letting out a harsh breath as she let him go, stroking him with her hand. "Be quiet Klaus, remember?"
"Yes, fine, don't stop."
He heard her laugh quietly. "I don't know, I'm getting hungry."
"Caroline…"
"And you were in a hurry to see Marcel and Damon, weren't you?"
Did she honestly do this to get him to agree to sit with her friends? How was he supposed to look at his younger siblings knowing that the only reason he was there was because Caroline had bribed him with sex?
Although, it really didn't matter at this point.
"Caroline, love, I will sit wherever you want. Just keep going."
"Keep going with what?" she asked, and despite the fact that he couldn't see her face, he could hear the laughter in her voice.
"With your previous activities," he bit out, clutching the edge of the sink as he felt her hot breath on the tip of his cock.
"Tell me," she said, her lips brushing over the head of his length as she spoke.
He took a deep breath, trying to figure out why on earth he had to end up with a girlfriend that wanted him to talk dirty to her while she blew him in a public high school bathroom during lunch period.
"I want you to suck my cock. Now."
She immediately took him back into her mouth, and he swore again as she sucked him, her fingers pumping the bottom of his shaft into her mouth.
"I'm going to come in your mouth, and you're going to swallow it."
She moaned around him, and he couldn't stop himself from thrusting into her mouth, making her gag a bit.
He bit his lip as he came in her mouth, trying not to groan too loudly, and heard her release him, giving the head of his cock a light lick and sliding out from under the sink, careful not to hit her head. She licked her lips, shoving her sweater into her backpack, which she'd cast off to the side when they'd entered the room.
"Ready to go to lunch?" she asked cheerfully, her hand on the doorknob.
Caroline realized that Klaus had trailed off and wasn't going to speak, so she jumped in. "I don't know what happened before I got there, but I had to go to the bathroom on the way, and he ended up coming there before I did," she said, restraining a grin when Klaus coughed next to her, looking over at him innocently. "Are you all right?"
He glared at her.
"Anyway," she continued, "I didn't get there before the whole ketchup thing, and I don't think he did either, right Klaus?" she asked.
Klaus nodded.
"But yeah, Kol hit me in the face with a carrot–"
"By accident."
"Still, you did, and Klaus pushed his vegetables to me because I'd eaten mine. I'm really sorry, though, Principal Fell. It won't happen again, I promise."
"I know, Caroline. I don't think you've ever broken any school rules before."
Klaus coughed again, causing Caroline to send him a filthy look. "Do you need some water?" she asked, her voice a bit more sarcastic than she meant it to be.
"No love, not thirsty. Unless you have juice."
Caroline felt her face heat up, and she glared at Klaus, who was smirking at her. Principal Fell appeared to be ignoring them.
"Well, as there are so many conflicting stories, I'm not sure what to do with you all. This would normally be cause for in-school suspension, or at least after-school detention, but as most of you haven't been sent here before," he said, shooting Kol a significant look, "We'll just say that the six of you have to clean up the cafeteria after school."
"That sounds fair," Caroline immediately said. "Thank you so much, Principal Fell."
"Of course, Caroline. Now, I apologize for pulling you out of classes, but I think you do have one period to go before the end of school. Mister Saltzman will meet you all in the cafeteria after school, all right?"
"Yep, thank you," Caroline said again, standing up and brushing off her jeans.
They all filed out, and Caroline hung back, grabbing Klaus's hand, to listen to Kol's conversation with Bonnie.
"Kol, be honest with me, did you throw it on purpose?"
Kol snorted. "Did you believe for a single second that I didn't?"
A/N: Thanks for reading! Review and let me know if you liked it :D
Hugs!
-Angie