A/N: I got one or two requests in reviews. If you're able to, I'd really appreciate it if you could put them in on tumblr (unless you don't have one), because it's easier to keep track of them there.
Abridged summaries:
1. It was all a bad dream...
2. Klaus sets off the fire alarm. Caroline bribes him with sex. Those events somehow end up having something to do with each other.

Enjoy!
-Angie

I loved Klaroline Shippers Club! If you feel up to it, though, it would be nice to see the nightmare scenario including more characters (I feel like Katherine's reaction to Haylijah and Klaus' to a Steroline kiss would be hilarious and possibly quite bloody). I don't mind if the beginning is similar and it takes a while - your drabbles are always brilliant :)

Hayley Marshall shook hands with the witch in question, confident that her plan would work. She needed to survive, and the Originals and the Mystic Falls gang weren't exactly happy with her. She had no interest in running for her whole life.

"Now," the witch said, pausing before she started chanting, "You know how the spell works? If one of the targets you gave me blood for isn't in a ten-mile radius of the anchor of the spell, that person won't be affected. Are you sure you want to continue?"

Hayley nodded. "Yes. They should all be asleep right now, anyway."

The witch chanted, Hayley smiled, and Caroline Forbes turned up the radio as she drove back from that grocery store that was inconveniently located fifteen miles out of town because they were the only place in the vicinity that carried goat cheese, and god forbid the quiche she wanted for breakfast used ricotta.

XXX

"Elena?" Caroline called, sticking her head into her friend's bedroom (that she shared with Damon. Ew.) and saw her fast asleep, cuddled up into Damon's body.

Wrinkling her nose at the image (again, EW), she walked over and shook Elena. Her friend didn't respond. Frowning, Caroline poked her hard in the shoulder. Her friend stayed asleep. Caroline checked for a pulse, made sure she was breathing, and even slapped her across the face. Hard.

Her friend still didn't react.

Panic welled up in her, and she did the same to Damon (taking more pleasure than she probably should have in punching him, all in the name of investigation and science, of course), and then to Stefan in the next room. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she shook her head frantically, speeding off.

Every single one of her friends was knocked out besides Matt, who woke up thrashing. "What the hell, Care?"

She immediately sped back off to check everyone again, hoping the spell had worn off, but it hadn't. When she got back, Matt was drying his hair off from the shower. "Care, what's going on? And turn around, I need to get dressed."

"I've seen it all before," she reminded him irritably, turning around nonetheless. "And everyone is unconscious. Our friends, I mean. Like, trapped sleeping. Even the Mikaelsons."

Matt frowned. "Like, a spell, or something?"

Caroline nodded.

"Why am I okay, then?"

Caroline shrugged. "It could be because you're human?" she suggested hesitantly.

Matt ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah, it could be."

"But Katherine's unconscious as well," Caroline muttered, having checked on the doppelganger, who had been situated in the guest room of her house.

Matt shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you."

"We need to wake them up," Caroline said tearfully. "We need to find a witch and get them to help us."

XXX

It had been a year and a half, but Caroline hadn't given up. She and Matt had tracked down Tyler, who had been willing to help, and they found a witch and convinced them to try to figure out the spell. Today was the they were breaking it.

Hopefully.

The way to break the spell was to figure out which of them was the anchor, and remove the spell from them. They had tested everyone and found the anchor to be Klaus ('because whoever had cast the spell had decided to make it as inconvenient as possible to break,' Caroline grumbled), so they were standing over him, candles around the room, the witch chanting.

XXX

Klaus sucked in a huge breath and looked around frantically, disoriented by his surroundings. His eyes landed on Caroline, and his face went white. She shouldn't be here. She couldn't be here. What if the witches found out about her? What if she found out about Hope? And Hayley? He expected to have time. He had no explanation…

He realized that she was staring at him expectantly. "Caroline? What are you doing here, love? It's not safe."

"Um. What do you mean what am I doing here? I just broke the stupid spell for you, you ass."

"What spell? What are you talking about?"

"You and all the rest of my friends have been asleep for a year and a half. It was caused by a spell. We don't know who did it."

He looked around, and realized he was in his home in Mystic Falls. He was quiet for a moment, jaw clenched. "If this is some kind of joke, love–"

"It's not a joke, Klaus. Do you think I would joke about something like this? Also, what do you mean it's not safe?"

Klaus rubbed his temples, about to explain that New Orleans was at war before pausing. "It was all a dream?" he asked hesitantly.

"Well, you were asleep for a year and a half, so I'd assume that whatever happened in that time was a dream. Yes."

He honestly had mixed feelings. He had begun to care for Hope, and Hayley to some extent, though he knew that no woman could fill the void that Caroline left in his heart. But still, he honestly hadn't liked himself all that much in the dream. He felt disoriented, as though watching another person act while he was trapped in his body.

"When did we all fall asleep, then?"

He still didn't quite believe her, but he needed to know what she thought.

"I graduated the night before. You...you told me you'd be my last love."

He felt his heart wrench slightly against his chest. If it was true, he'd have another chance with her. He ran his hand through his hair distractedly, needing time to process. "You should go check to see if your friends are up, love."

She bit her lip. "Are you okay?"

He frowned. Was he okay?

He felt an odd sense of loss about the baby, but honestly that was the only con, and to be fair it wasn't a large one. There was only one real downside to this development, one that he hoped to remedy as soon as possible.

He needed her confession.

"I think so, yes," he said quietly, smiling slightly at her.

"Good."

He couldn't help the smile on his face stretching more at her response.

XXX

Stefan groaned as he sat up, rubbing his face with his hands before sitting up quickly. Caroline. Caroline's humanity was off. She'd flipped the switch. He grabbed his phone from his bedside table and flipped it on, but it was dead. Swearing, he plugged it in and took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

He heard the front door open and close, and Caroline sped into the room. "Stefan, are you okay?"

"Caroline? You seem...fine."

She frowned. "Um. I've been worried about you guys."

"You've been worried about us? Cut the crap, Caroline, I know you flipped the switch."

"Um, what are you talking about?"

She hadn't flipped the switch? Why would Elena lie? But she did look...emotional.

"Caroline."

She raised an eyebrow. "Stefan…?"

He pushed her against the wall, attacking her lips with his, and immediately was thrown off, crashing into the opposite wall. "What the hell, Stefan?"

"But...You wanted–"

She frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, what are you talking about, mate?" Klaus said from the doorway.

Caroline turned around. "You followed me? Ugh. You ass."

"Klaus?" Stefan asked, confused.

"Ripper," Klaus said calmly before his fist connected with Stefan's nose.

Caroline screeched. "Klaus, no, stop. What is going on here?"

She seemed much too happy for what she'd immediately went through, and it was odd that she didn't remember their kiss.

"Did you lose your memory?" Stefan asked, rubbing his nose as it healed.

She frowned. "No. You and everyone else have been asleep for half a year. I just broke the spell to wake you up."

"Oh," Stefan said slowly.

He wasn't sure how to feel, to be honest. Were his feelings for Caroline genuine, then? Was he just feeling pressured? Was it the dream?

XXX

Katherine Pierce sucked in a harsh breath as she sat up.

She was alone in a house she didn't recognize. A step up from purgatory, sure, but also incredibly confusing. It was the guest room she'd stayed at when she was living with Caroline Forbes.

And she'd never been so angry in her entire life.

She stood up shakily, groaning when she realized that she was still human (couldn't anything go her way?), and walked down the stairs. From her place in hell she'd seen everything. The way Caroline's mother had died, and Stefan had kissed her (Katherine had never seen a pair of people with less chemistry, though she could be slightly biased), and Elijah had slept with that goddamn werewolf bitch.

And Katherine was out for blood.

XXX

He was a man on a mission. He had a list of things to do now that he'd woken up, and he was not to be distracted, as they were all very important.

"Quarterback."

Matt looked up. "Klaus."

"I have a very important question–"

"They broke up a few months ago," Matt said dryly.

Was he really that predictable?

"Why?"

"That's a question for Caroline."

Klaus smirked and turned to leave.

"Klaus…" Matt said slowly, and Klaus turned, an eyebrow raised. "I'll tell you one thing."

"What's that?"

"I told her that I was leaving town with Rebekah. On grad night, I mean. I said that I liked her."

He still didn't know where the quarterback was going with this. "And?"

"She said that she couldn't judge me. That she knew how I felt. Look, I'm not saying I approve or anything, although I don't think you or Caroline would care whether I did-"

Klaus snorted. The quarterback didn't know Caroline all that well, apparently. Of course she'd care what her friends thought.

"-but if you hurt her, I will have someone turn me just to spend the rest of my life finding a way to kill you."

"Big words," Klaus said quietly.

Matt shrugged. "I'm counting on it not happening."

Klaus smiled slightly.

"Also, last time I saw Katherine, she was human and in Caroline's house."

Klaus frowned.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Was this a trick?

"Katherine's human. You don't need Elena anymore," Matt said quietly.

Of course it was about the boring doppelganger.

"I appreciate the information, mate. I might just leave you alive until Rebekah tires of you."

Matt snorted. "I'll believe it when I see it."

XXX

"Look, um, I don't like you like that, Stefan. I'm sorry," Caroline said awkwardly, watching Stefan's face fall and feeling like an absolutely terrible person.

"It's okay, Care. I understand."

She nodded slowly before speeding out of the house to hers, stopping before she ran into Klaus at the door.

"Hello, Caroline."

"Klaus," she greeted coolly.

They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, before Klaus spoke again. "Are you not curious as to why I'm here?"

She rolled her eyes. Seriously?
"I just need to check on something. Can you move so I can get into my house?"

He stayed still, but smirked as though he was enjoying himself. "The Quarterback has informed me that Katerina Petrova has taken a tragic turn."

"So you're here to gloat over a corpse to be? To delight in the closure of five hundred years of revenge? Great. You do that. I need to get in my house."

He was smiling at her fondly, a look so out of place for the conversation that it made her frown. He stepped aside, allowing her into the house, but followed her. She huffed, turning around to glare at him.

"Well, perhaps you'd be more interested in talking about Tyler," he said, briefly looking as though he was trying to remember something before he spoke.

Tyler? Did he kill him? He said he was free to return to Mystic Falls. What if he took back his word?

"Is he...Did you–"

"No, no. I did see him briefly and he sped off. He really does hate me, poor lad…"

She frowned. Confused at what she deemed to be a slight non-sequitur.

"...I heard you two broke up."

She closed her eyes briefly before glaring at him, though slightly relieved that there was no pang in her heart anymore at the sound of his name. It had been a year, and she was over it. "Yes. Because he refused to help after he found out you were the anchor and you'd have to wake up for everyone else to. I made him choose. Me or his stupid revenge fantasy. He chose wrong. I suggest you learn from his mistakes and let Katherine die in peace. Dying sucks enough as it is, no need to rub her nose in it."

She turned and stomped up the stairs, jumping slightly when he appeared at the top just before she'd reached it. He was looking at her like she was his world, and she really really wanted it to stop.

She didn't think she could handle saying no much longer.

"Would you give me the same choice?" he asked, and she felt her jaw drop. He sounded...choked up. Like he might cry.

"What?" she asked, slightly breathless at his reaction to her words.

"Were I to abandon my revenge against Katerina, would you offer me the same choice as Tyler?"

It felt odd to her, as though he was reciting lines from a movie word-for-word.

"I don't know what you mean," she said quietly, frowning at the way he was looking at her.

He was looking at her like...Like he was seeing her for the first time.

"Yes, you do," he said hoarsely.

Her breath caught, but she shook her head, fighting a smile. "No, no you can't do this to me. You can't just show up and expect me to talk to you while my friends are all waking up from a year and a half nightmare where Stefan fell in love with me and Elena lost her memories and god-knows-what else."

He opened his mouth and closed it again, as though searching for words, before he sighed. "Your friends are all waking up. I'm sure they'll be filled in by the Quarterback. You can relax for awhile, I'm sure."

"What, with you? Don't you have to go punish Katherine, or whatever?"

"I do. But I won't, for you."

Yeah. He was definitely choked up.

"Great. So leave," she said, feeling her voice go hoarse as well.

Other people crying made her cry. She hated it.

"I will, in exchange for one small thing."

She frowned. Didn't he have a kingdom to rule, or whatever? "What?"

"I want your confession," he whispered, his hand twitching as though he longed to touch her.

"My confession? I didn't do anything," she said, fighting the urge to whoosh down the stairs away from him. "Confession about what?"

"Me."

She felt all the air leave her in that moment.

"As soon as we're done here, I'll walk away and never come back. You'll never have to cover our connection with hostility and revulsion. You'll never have to loathe the darkest parts of you that care for me, in spite of all I've done," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "I just... want you to be honest with me."

She felt her breath hitch again. She knew what she wanted. If she was honest with herself, she'd always known. She was scared… But she didn't want to be in Mystic Falls anymore. She'd spent the last year and a half away from her friends, and she'd missed them so much, but she'd also realized how peaceful it was without saving Elena every three days.

Her life had been calmer. Better.

And she'd missed him.

"My friends...My friends just woke up after being unconscious in another dimension for a year and a half. I have to...I have to help them, and I know that you were in the same boat, and everything, but...But you can handle yourself."

"I see," he said, though he was smiling.

"No, no you don't, because yes I cover our...connection with hostility, because yes, I hate myself for the truth, so if you promise...if you promise to leave until...until I'm ready, then I will be honest with you. I'll be honest with you about what I want," she said, the words rushing out of her so quickly she was surprised he understood them.

But from the way he was looking at her, she knew he had.

"I told you that I would, Caroline. I promise."

And the goddamn asshole was smiling like the cat who ate the canary, and she loved it.

"Good."

Hayley screamed in frustration that her plan hadn't worked, Caroline gasped as Klaus made love with her for the first time (and it wouldn't be the last), and Klaus thanked everything he could think of that some things were just clearly meant to be, no matter what.

And Matt would never know that the reason he hadn't been included was not because he was human, but because Hayley figured that he should get a plot line. For once.

Klaus in his boxers, being shoved outside by Caroline whilst the dorm alarms goes off at Whitmore

He groaned as her lips wrapped around him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock before she took him further into her mouth, sucking him harshly before moaning around him, making it difficult for him to not buck into her mouth.

Her head bobbed up and down his length, her cheeks hollowing as she pleasured him, looking up at him through her eyelashes as she kneeled on the carpet in front of him.

"Fuck, Caroline," he muttered as she gave him a particularly hard lick before his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag around him slightly.

"I'm going to come."

She hummed around him, her hand wrapped around the base, stroking him as she sucked him, the other hand massaging his balls. It wasn't long before he came in her mouth, her name falling off his lips, and she swallowed, darting her tongue along her lips, making him groan.

"So," she said conversationally, tucking him back into his boxers and settling herself on his lap, "How does Mamma Mia sound?"

"Do you realize how emasculating it is simply to watch Pierce Brosnan in that film?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Caroline, you can't just bribe me with sex every time you want something."

"It's worked so far."

"Yes, because I let it."

"Well then stop enabling me," she said, shrugging. "So, Mamma Mia, then?"

He groaned, but nodded, resigning himself to one hour and forty-nine minutes of clock checking, grimacing, and resisting the urge to hum along with Dancing Queen (it wasn't his fault the song was so fucking catchy).

He realized that Caroline fell asleep about forty-five minutes into the movie, and changed the movie to an action one that he favored, hoping that she'd sleep through most of it and just think that he'd changed the movie once it was over.

"Klaus?" Caroline mumbled into Klaus's shoulder about half an hour later.

"Yes, love?"

"Can you make more popcorn?"

"You're not even watching the movie."

He then received the Caroline Forbes' Patented Doomed to the Couch Forever Glare (new and improved with an actual couch that he could be banished to, rather than the metaphorical one that had existed before they'd moved in together) and groaned, pushing her off of him to grab another popcorn bag from the shelf in the corner and heading out to the kitchenette at the end of the hallway, grumbling to himself.

Whitmore college offered students the option of signing up in groups for small apartment suites, and Caroline had convinced him (read: bribed him with sex) to join her and a few of her friends to sign up for one. They had their own room, but they shared a small kitchenette with the rest of Caroline's friends, and there were three other suites on their floor.

He unwrapped the popcorn and stuck it in the stupid contraption, hitting the popcorn button, and pulling out his phone while he waited (his Trivia Crack game with Marcel would run out in less than three hours, and he really did need to continue his six game winning streak).

Three characters earned and one wrongly-answered sports question later (he hated American Football), he realized that he had yet to take the popcorn out.

He managed to save it in time, but when he opened it, steam poured out of the bag, and the fire alarms that Whitmore had installed were…well…rather sensitive.

BEEP…BEEEEP…BEEEEEEP…BEEEEEEEEEP….BEEEEEEEEEEP

He swore, running a hand through his hair as he heard the rush of footsteps that indicated that the rest of the suite was getting up. Caroline was the first to emerge, still in her tiny polka-dot shorts and tank top, her eyes panicked. Clearly not noticing that it was him who set the alarm off, despite the fact that he was clutching the popcorn bag, she immediately grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door, practically growling at him when he tried to resist.

"Look, if it's a choice between dragging you out in the rain in your boxers or dying in a fire, I choose option one, okay?"

It was a humid April night, and, as Caroline had pointed out, pouring rain.

Everyone was trickling out of the dorm, rubbing their eyes and incredibly unimpressed with whatever person had decided to interrupt their night by setting off the fucking fire alarm.

At three in the morning.

Two weeks before finals.

When it was pouring rain.

He stood outside with her, both of them soaked to the skin while they watched everyone else evacuate in similar states of undress.

When it was clear that there was, in fact, no fire, the campus safety officers disabled the alarm and they all filed back in, dripping on the linoleum floors of the hallways. When they returned to their kitchenette, Caroline spotted the open microwave door and the soggy bag of popcorn in Klaus's hand.

"Oh my god, Klaus, you set off the fire alarm. Ugh. You know you have to open the popcorn bag out the window or the steam will set it off…"

No, he didn't know, but in the interest of avoiding the Couch of Doom he stayed silent.

"And you didn't even leave it in the apartment, and now it's all soggy."

"I'm sorry, love."

"You'd better be," Elena yawned from behind them as she, Stefan, and Bonnie entered the suites. "I have a nine o'clock class."

"Sorry 'Lena," Caroline quickly apologized, before elbowing him in the side, raising an eyebrow at him when he didn't speak.

He huffed. "Apologies," he mumbled.

"C'mon, Stef. I'm tired," Elena sighed, pulling Stefan towards their room.

Bonnie just pushed past them without a word, her glare saying it all, before her door slammed behind her.

When he'd shut the door behind him and Caroline he turned to see her pulling her tank top off. "Not that I'm complaining love, but why–"

"It's wet. I don't want to sleep in wet clothes. Take your boxers off too, we can hang them up and we'll throw them in the hamper when they're dry."

Best not to argue, he decided, pulling off his boxers and obediently draping them over a chair before flopping back on their bed, watching her wriggle out of her clothes from the corner of his eye.

She'd clearly noticed him staring, because there was a tiny smirk on her face as she pulled her shorts off much too slowly, her arse sticking up a lot higher in the air than was strictly needed to maneuver out of the thin cotton.

She hadn't bothered wearing anything below her pajama bottoms for months now, not really seeing the point of it, and as a result, every inch of her creamy skin was on display as she kicked off her shorts, bending down farther to pick them up, giving him a peek between her thighs, before hanging them next to his boxers and her tank top.

"I'm sorry I ruined your popcorn, love."

She turned around, giving him a full view of the smirk on her face. "It's okay, I'm still a little hungry, though."

"Are you?" he asked, letting his eyes rove down her full breasts and toned stomach before she sauntered towards him, her breasts bouncing slightly with her movements, her eyes fixed on his already hard cock.

She slung a leg over him, resting her hands on his chest as she bent to give him a bruising kiss, moaning into his mouth as his palms found their way to her arse, squeezing it gently, pulling her wet pussy to grind against his length.

She let out a hum of contentment as he bucked into her before pulling back, letting her hands trail down his chest to his stomach, stroking the defined muscles.

"Fuck me," she said, the question coming out as an order.

He smirked and flipped them over so that he was on top, her wrists pinned above her head, legs spread wide for him as he guided himself into her, growing even harder at the soft, contented sigh that escaped her lips.

"Wrap your legs around me," he commanded, groaning quietly when she did so, her heels digging into his lower back as she took him in as deeply as possible. He began to thrust into her, and covered her mouth with his when she began to moan ('quiet' didn't seem to be a word in Caroline's vocabulary no matter what the situation, which was rather inconvenient when her best friends lived on either side of them), shoving his tongue into her mouth, running it over her teeth, making her fingernails dig into his back.

He pulled away slightly. "Think you can be quiet, love?" he muttered against her lips.

"Yes."

He nuzzled her chin before his lips descended down her neck, his teeth scraping across her sensitive skin, before moving down to her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe, running his tongue behind her ear, making her wriggle slightly, panting.

"Fuck, Klaus."

"What was that?'

"Feels so good."

He bit her earlobe lightly and she squeaked, her knees squeezing against his sides. "You feel so good, love. So hot and tight," he said, his hot breath against her neck making her shiver as he whispered in her ear. "You're beautiful, splayed out like that for me. I love how wet you always are for my cock."

She moaned, arching her back.

"You know what I think, love?"

"Hmm?"

"I think that you want me to think that you're sucking my cock to bribe me, that you're spreading your legs for me to make me do what you wish. Isn't that right? You want the excuse to be fucked, because you don't want to tell me how much you want it."

She moaned softly, and he knew he was on the right track, making him grin. She was practically confirming what he'd suspected for a long time.

"You love it when I fuck you. You love it when I slam into your pussy and make you clench around me. You love swallowing my come while you kneel in front of me. You love getting fucked in the arse while I make you come around my fingers."

She gasped out his name as he bit lightly on her neck. "Dirty girl. When you bribe me with that hot little mouth, you want to suck my cock more than you want to watch the movie, don't you? You want me to fuck your wet pussy regardless of whether we go to your favorite restaurant or not. You want me to take that tight little arse no matter who ends up actually going to the grocery store, don't you? You're bribing yourself with my cock, aren't you, love?"

"Klaus…please," she panted, her eyes closed, face slick with the combination of rain water and sweat.

"Tell me the truth, Caroline."

"Yes," she gasped, rolling her hips against him. "Yes, I want the excuse."

"And you don't just ask?"

She shot him a wicked grin. "If I did, then we wouldn't end up watching Mamma Mia."

"Manipulative, dirty girl."

She moaned as he pounded into her faster. "Klaus…I'm so close."

"Come for me, love."

She moaned again, her breasts bouncing as he fucked her hard against the mattress. "Come for me," he ordered again, his voice rough.

And she came, panting out his name as she rode out her orgasm, moaning as he continued to take her, his balls slapping against her skin with the force of his thrusts until he came as well.

A/N: These were both kind of long (oops!). Hope you enjoyed them :)
Hugs!
-Angie