A/N: Drabbles for Klaroweek: Day 1.
Abridged summaries:
1. Sequel to "Having a Plan" (Chapter 22)
2. Caroline asks Klaus what his first impressions of her were.
3. Klaus is in the tomb when Damon comes to save Caroline & Tyler.
4. Klaus comforts a girl on a plane who's afraid of flying. Her name is Caroline.

For Giluia.

Ansel Stefan Mikaelson was brought into the world at 4:03 in the morning, weighing six pounds and seven ounces. He was dried off on her abdomen, and wrapped in a warm towel, and Klaus and Caroline watched, enthralled. Caroline's ragged breathing calmed within the next few minutes, her grip on Klaus's hand loosening enough that he could flex it, moving his fingers and wincing.

Caroline looked at the baby with a tear stained face and big blue eyes, a huge smile on her face, and Klaus couldn't help but smile as he watched. The next day and a half was tiring for both of them, and once they finally took him home, Caroline felt like she was ready to sleep for months (and Klaus wasn't far behind).

They'd found a tiny apartment in the middle of town, closer to Caroline's college than Klaus's. Her pregnancy had made it difficult for her to go to class, but her college was small, and she'd made arrangements with her professors for extended deadlines for a few of her final assignments (one of the many advantages of professors liking her). It didn't stop the last part of the semester being complete hell, though, especially since they'd had to track down Klaus's birth father, the original Ansel, to get some information on his family history (which went surprisingly well, considering the man hadn't known he'd had a son in the first place). Klaus had struck up an odd friendship with the man, and they'd had coffee once or twice a month. Still though, having the last few months of her pregnancy during summer had been a huge relief.

Ansel had even decided to be polite and had come a few days before his due date, giving them a week or so before the semester started to (hopefully) get used to having a baby around.

They'd been careful to register for classes so that one of them would always be home, and Caroline had a carefully laid out plan for how they'd both graduate as soon as possible. It was going to be a hard three years, but they both agreed that it would be worth it.

"I don't know how we're going to do this," Caroline whispered quietly as they snuggled in their bed, Ansel having finally fell asleep in his crib near them. "I know that we planned on juggling college and everything, and it seemed like it would be so easy before…"

"I know, but we'll get through it."

She hummed in agreement. "What if we're terrible parents?"

He snorted. "Honestly, love, I don't think there's such a thing as a good parent, but I think we'll be far from terrible. We've done well at learning what not to do, after all."

Caroline laughed quietly. "I guess."

He pulled her close and nuzzled her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You will be a wonderful mother, Caroline."

"If you say so."

He smiled against her skin. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm scared too."

She turned over in his arms and kissed him softly, tangling her legs with his. "We'll take it one day at a time, right?"

He snorted. "I would agree, but I'm almost positive that the baby notebook over there is filled with preschool options already."

She shrugged. "I want him to have the best education possible."

She felt him smile against her forehead and press a light kiss to it. "Let's get some sleep while we can. Your father sat me down and gave me a long lecture on how being a father wasn't just about sperm insertion. It was incredibly awkward, but it did give me an idea of what to expect."

"I love you," Caroline whispered.

"And I love you."

XXX

Caroline groaned as she opened the front door of their apartment to Ansel screaming. She walked into the bedroom and reached out to take him from Klaus, who looked tired and irritable.

"Thanks, love," he said, sitting down on their bed and flopping back onto the pillows, rubbing his eyes with his palms.

"Are you too tired for our date? I can call my dad and tell him and Steven that we're rescheduling. I don't think they'll mind."

Caroline had proposed the idea of a weekly date night to Klaus before Ansel's birth, and this was their first time trying it out. Her theory was that it would be nice for them to spend time alone to keep their relationship strong, and Klaus had been all for it at the time. Now, though, he looked too tired to move.

"No. No, it's fine. Perhaps we could cancel our reservation and stay in? Order take-out and watch a movie?"

"That sounds perfect, actually."

Ansel was soon bundled up and sent off with Caroline's father back to their place for a few hours, and soon they had ordered a pizza and were cuddled on the couch. "Thank you for being so good about this," Caroline said quietly as Klaus scrolled through their netflix on his gaming console.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I was worried you'd be mad, especially when you were dodging my questions about what you wanted to do."

He was quiet for a moment before he took a deep breath and spoke. "Well, I can't claim I was happy about it when you told me, but I did tell you that I would support your choice and I meant it. Honestly, I wasn't sure I was cut out for it. I'm still worried about what kind of a father I'll be, but I know that you'll let me know if I do something astronomically stupid. I do think that my feelings really changed when I saw you a few months in, when you were growing a bit. I realized that I wanted it. I wanted a family with you. I still do."

"Klaus…" she whispered shakily, a bit surprised by his confession.

He pulled her into his side and they sat there quietly for a bit, enjoying the comfortable silence.

"We're going to get married at some point, right?" he asked abruptly.

"Are you kidding me? Is that really your proposal?"

"No," he said simply. "That's me asking whether you want to."

"Um, Klaus, that's what a proposal is."

"I thought that speech was rather romantic."

"It was, but you ruined it. I want a real proposal."

He laughed quietly. "Fine, then. Do I really have to do the one-knee business, though? I've been holding Ansel all day and my back really hurts."

"Don't you dare tell me about back pain, Klaus. You didn't carry a baby in you."

"Point taken," he grumbled, getting off the couch.

"Not right now," she said exasperatedly. "I want a proposal with a ring and everything."

"So demanding," he teased, bending down to open the drawer of the side table next to the couch and pulling out a ring box.

"Oh my god, you totally planned this," she accused, unable to keep the indignant glare from turning into a smile.

"Guilty," he said cheerfully, wincing as he dropped to one knee. "So. Marry me?"

"Obviously."

XXX

Their wedding was at night in early April, and in an effort to keep from having the entire Mikaelson family come (Esther had two sisters, all with similar amounts of children, and Mikael was one of four), as well as Mikael, they kept it small, and had it in their friend Stefan's backyard.

Caroline had planned it meticulously, and had arranged for them to get take-out afterwards for them and their eight guests. The yard was decorated to perfection, and she had made sure everything was perfect that afternoon.

And then, of course, the weather decided to mess up all her plans.

Still though, Caroline decided to persevere, figuring that this would be a good wedding story to tell, ditched the mascara, and they got married outside in the pouring rain (to Katherine's disgust-she'd just gotten her hair done, okay?). Stefan had also volunteered to go through a 'become a priest' program online, and the couple was absolutely drenched when they finally kissed, Caroline's white sundress sticking to her body, beads of water falling out of their hair and down their faces.

Rebekah was sitting with Ansel on the porch near the portable heater in an effort to keep him from catching a cold, and filmed the whole thing.

They all sat around the Salvatore dinner table that night, everyone fussing over the baby as they traded jokes and ate sesame chicken, and Caroline couldn't help but think that it had been a perfect day.

Something from when Klaus was in Alaric's body during season 2 and his first observations of Caroline.

"Nik?" Caroline asked, turning to lie on her side to look at him, the sheets twisted around her legs.

He hummed tiredly, turning to look at her. "Hmm?"

"What did you think when you first saw me?"

"That I was glad that your mother was going to assist me," he said honestly. "It was your words that impressed me initially, Caroline, not your beauty."

"No, no. Not then. When you first saw me. Like, when you were in Alaric's body."

"I'm not sure I know what you mean," he mumbled.

"That bad, huh?" she asked knowingly, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"Are you sure that you want to know?" he asked, trying to dodge the question.

"Yes."

He sighed, scrunching his eyes shut. "Well, if you must know, it wasn't exactly flattering…"

XXX

Klaus sighed to himself as the doppelganger left the history class, already planning all the ways he could get her at the decade dance.

Ugh. The Sixties. Who planned this? He would rip their heart out, he promised himself.

He checked the class schedule, knowing that it would be suspicious if he didn't do this man's job (why did he pick a teacher, again?), and he needed to keep his cover.

AP History.

He flipped through the lesson plan, attempting to figure out which class was which (the notes Alaric had made were messy and seemed to be in an odd sort-of shorthand).

He watched the students file in, raising an eyebrow as a blonde girl sailed in less than ten seconds before the bell rang, her lack of heartbeat making it clear that she was a vampire (and a very new one, judging by the fact that she still breathed).

She was wearing a beaming smile, and nodded at a few of her classmates, her blonde curls bouncing as she walked, and he couldn't help but think how sickening her happiness was. She was clearly the sort of person that begs people to go outside because the day was so beautiful and happy and bright and dance in the sunshine.

He hated those people.

He watched her settle herself in the center of the second row, pulling out a notebook (patterned with glittery snowflakes, which lowered his opinion of her further) and looking at him expectantly. She didn't look the least bit stressed by being surrounded by students, which would normally have made any newbie vampire have to suppress their veins.

Maybe he'd been wrong?

No. He was never wrong.

"Good afternoon. Today we'll be learning–"

Glitter Snowflake Notebook Girl raised her hand. "Aren't you going to take attendance, Mr. Saltzman?"

Right. That was something teachers did.

"Thank you for reminding me," he said, opening the agenda (and making a mental note to do that in his other classes).

Apparently Glitter Snowflake Notebook Girl's name was Caroline Forbes.

XXX

"Hey, I liked that notebook. I got it on sale. And really? 'Glitter Snowflake Notebook Girl'?"

He shrugged. "It seemed apt at the time, love."

She suddenly smirked. "Wait, was that what the snowflake painting was about? My notebook?"

"Not everything is about you, love," he muttered, shooting her a glare.

Even though she was right.

XXX

He had looked through the lesson plan, and from what he'd gathered, the advanced placement class didn't have time in their schedule for silly things like decade weeks, for which he was grateful.

"All right. Today we're learning about the Hundred Years' War. Can anyone tell me who the main players were?"

And, of course, Caroline's hand shot up in the air.

"Yes, Caroline."

"England and France."

"Good. Can anyone tell me when this war took place?"

He resisted a sigh of annoyance as Caroline's hand shot up again. How did anyone put up with this?

He called on Caroline again, and she regurgitated the answer perfectly, as well as the answer to the next two questions.

"Can anyone tell me what ended the war? Anyone other than Caroline?"

No one moved.

XXX

"I wasn't irritating."

"You were incredibly grating, actually. I love you very much, and I am very, very glad that I had the opportunity to interact with you again, because honestly if you hadn't been a vampire or if I hadn't had to test the sire bond after the curse, I probably would have killed the love of my life."

She snorted. "Love of your life? Really?"

"Laying it on a bit thick, am I?" he asked, grinning.

"Only a little."

He laughed and pulled her on top of him, kissing her and squeezing her arse with one hand, the other cradling her head. "It's true, though," he said when he pulled back.

"Oh, I know. I'm the best thing that ever happened to you," she said teasingly.

"That you are," he said, his face completely serious, making a beaming smile stretch across her face.

Over the fifty years he'd known her, and the forty he'd had her, he'd decided that happy people might not be so bad after all.

Especially since he was completely in love such a of a long prompt - sorry. AU 2x20. Klaus is in the tomb when Damon comes to break Caroline & Tyler out. Because he likes to play games Klaus says Damon can take one of them, but has to leave the other to be sacrificed. Damon chooses Tyler because he thinks it'll be harder for Klaus to find another werewolf (not realizing Klaus always has a backup plan). Then, Klaus being Klaus, he frees Caroline instead. If possible, hints of Klaroline or at least Caroline/Klaus interaction.

The door to the cell opened and Caroline looked up to see an admittedly attractive man walk in. He gave her a dimpled smile, and she frowned. "Who are you?" she croaked, weak from her bindings.

"My name is Klaus, actually. I'm here to look at the sacrifices I'll be making tonight."

Caroline felt her face drain of color as Klaus casually approached her, ignoring Tyler's presence. He trailed a nail lightly down her cheek. "It's a pity I'll have to kill you."

"What?"

"Hush, love. No need to panic now."

"I'd say it's an excellent time for panic," she snapped.

Klaus looked at her for a moment, apparently floored by her back-talk, before he chuckled lightly, cupping her chin in his hand and turning her face to him. "Such spirit."

She resisted the urge to childishly stick out her tongue, instead settling for glaring at him.

"Nothing to say now, love?"

"Not to you," she said quietly.

"Let's not be rude."

"Why not? I've got nothing to lose," she pointed out, not knowing where this backbone had come from, but not minding it one bit. "You're going to kill me tonight anyway, I might as well spend my last few hours saying whatever the fuck I want."

His lips twitched. "I suppose not."

There was a creak of metal, and both she and Klaus looked to the cell door to see Damon walk in, looking slightly surprised to see Klaus. They had a small stare-off before Klaus smirked. "To be honest, I expected the other brother."

"Well, sorry that I didn't meet your expectations then."

"Have you come to rescue your friends?"

Caroline resisted the urge to scoff and roll her eyes, instead remaining silent, watching Damon's gaze narrow at Klaus. "So what if I did? You're not going to let me take them."

"Let's not get too hasty with our assumptions, now," Klaus said quietly. "I'll make you a deal."

"A what?"

"A deal. You know, where two people mutually agree to follow a certain expectation in return for something from the other."

"I'm listening."

Klaus grinned. "Pick one," he said, gesturing dramatically at Caroline and Tyler. "I'll set one free. All you have to do is choose."

Caroline felt her heart sink. Damon would never pick her. Not only did he see her as completely expendable, but werewolves were much rarer than vampires, and Klaus would have less chance of getting another in time. Damon's thoughts appeared to be going along the same lines, because he pointed to Tyler. "Wolf-boy."

Klaus smirked. "Ahh, yes. Excellent choice."

He turned and began to unfasten Caroline's shackles. "What–-What are you doing?"

"Setting you free, love."

"But I asked for Tyler," Damon pointed out.

Klaus shrugged. "I changed my mind."

"But...we had a deal."

Klaus bared his fangs and rushed forward to slam Damon against the wall, the personality switch a bit terrifying to watch. "The sooner you learn this, the better off you will be, Damon Salvatore: I do what I want, when I want. And right now, I want to let the girl go. Do you understand?"

He waited until Damon nodded before letting him collapse in a heap on the floor. "You have ten seconds to get out of my sight, or I'll sacrifice one of you and drain the other for entertainment."

Caroline and Damon zoomed out the door, and Damon swore colorfully once they were out of earshot. "What?" Caroline said irritably, not sure she'd ever be able to forgive Damon for basically leaving her there to die.

"Oh, calm your tits, Blondie. I wouldn't have let you die."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Liar."

He shrugged. "Guilty as charged. C'mon, we need to make a plan to save Elena."

She restrained a huff and an eyeroll. It figured that the only person who had ever saved her from anything was a serial-killing psychopath who did it for his own amusement.

Back at the tomb, Klaus turned to Tyler, his thoughts still on the blonde girl. Caroline.

Originally, he had no intention of letting either go free, but she'd intrigued him, and if the elder Salvatore gave him an out to let her go without being obvious, he would take it.

He'd have to keep an eye on her. She seemed a bit...different.

Special.

Valuable.

And if Klaus Mikaelson prided himself on anything, he liked to collect items of value.

She'd make a welcome addition.

i would love it if you wrote a Klaroline au drabble where Caroline and Klaus are strangers seated next to each other and Caroline has a fear of flying so he holds her hand to calm her down and she ends up falling asleep on his shoulder and the two somehow run into each other again in the future! :) thank you in advance!

Klaus hated planes, especially small ones where all the seats were cramped together.

This was such a plane. There were four seats per aisle, and barely any room in the glove compartments. He cursed himself yet again for not checking what kind of plane the flight was scheduled for.

If there was anything that Klaus hated more than planes, it was sitting next to people who talked (or chewed loudly, snored, drooled, had to climb over him to go to the bathroom every five seconds, or had babies).

This girl sitting next to him looked like a talker. She was also blonde, gorgeous, and very clearly terrified out of her mind. She sat silently, reading her magazine while she waited for the plan to take off, though her hands were shaking slightly, and she was pale.

She clutched the pages even harder when the plane started to taxi to the runway, and he coughed quietly. "Err...are you all right?"

Please don't puke on my suit. It was expensive.

"Yeah. Yeah I think so," she said, slowly, her voice shaky. The plane gave a small lurch as they pulled onto the runway and she suddenly shook her head frantically. "No, no, actually I'm really, really not."

"Are you afraid of flying?"

She nodded wordlessly, her eyes scrunched shut as she dropped her magazine to grip the armrest. He gently placed his hand on hers, and when she didn't tear it away, he spoke softly to her. "It's all right, love. Just breathe."

She nodded, trying to take deep breaths, and he coached her through it, wondering how horrible of a person it made him to be thankful that the rest of his family had forced him to be the one to deal with Kol's panic attacks during thunderstorms.

"What's your name, love?"

"Caroline."

"May I ask where you're headed?"

"Miami," Caroline said distractedly.

He bit down the sarcastic 'really, I never would have guessed', instead saying, "I see. So am I, actually."

"For what?" she asked, clearly realizing that he was trying to get her mind off the plane, which was now hurtling down the runway.

"My brother's college graduation."

She nodded, accepting the ginger ale the flight attendant handed her and sipping from it.

The flight was a red-eye, and it would be a long six hours, he was sure. He kept making small talk with her, trying to get her to calm down, and felt incredibly relieved when she finally did so about half an hour after take-off. They continued to talk quietly, and he found that she was surprisingly witty and giggly when she wasn't almost hyperventilating.

She yawned about an hour and a half into the flight, and Klaus smiled slightly. "You should probably sleep. We'll be on the ground before you know it."

He winced at the look on her face and realized she must have forgotten that they were thousands of feet above the ground. "Probably," she agreed, gulping, and he sighed.

"It'll be fine, love."

She nodded, leaning back into her seat and closing her eyes before opening them again and looking at him. "What's your name?"

"Klaus."

She gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Klaus."

Klaus nodded and pulled out a book and a portable reading lamp so as not to disturb Caroline, who fell asleep fairly quickly. About forty-five minutes later he felt a weight drop onto his shoulder and turned to see Caroline's head resting there.

Her floral scent filled his nostrils and he closed his eyes, trying to center himself. It wasn't like he'd ever see her again.

XXX

Okay, he'd been wrong.

He watched her attack his brother in a hug, dressed in an identical cap and gown. Kol wrapped an arm around her shoulders and dragged her over to where he and Elijah were standing (Rebekah having decided that she was too cool for her brother's college graduation, and Finn busy with his wife Sage).

She frowned when she saw him and was about to speak when Kol introduced them.

"This is Caroline. Caroline, these are my brothers, Elijah and–"

"Klaus."

Kol raised an eyebrow.

"We've met. On the plane."

"Oh," Kol said shortly, giving Klaus what could only be described as a suspicious look.

Caroline seemed to realize where it was going when she elbowed him in the side. "Kol, it's fine. He talked me down. He wasn't mean, or anything."

"Yes, I'd had quite enough practice with you to be getting on with," Klaus said dryly, ignoring Kol's 'you're embarrassing me' look, trademarked by little brothers everywhere.

"Hey, don't be mean," Caroline said, pinning Klaus with a startlingly chastising look.

"Sorry, love," he said without thinking, and Kol and Elijah both turned to him, mouths agape, completely floored by his response.

"What?" he and Caroline both snapped.

Kol burst out laughing, and Caroline huffed. "Stop it, Kol."

"I can't."

"Bonnie's over there, she's going to think you're weird," Caroline hissed, and Kol immediately stopped laughing, looking in the direction that Caroline had pointed in.

"Who's Bonnie, little brother?"

"Just a friend," Kol said hastily.

Caroline smirked but changed the subject. "So, how long are you guys going to be here? I know Kol said that his family was staying for the week. Is that just you guys?"

"Yes."

"Okay, well, just so you know, I'm staying with Kol for the last few days of the week. My parents are coming to get my stuff so that we can drive home with it, and I didn't want to ship it because then I'd have to...you know."

"Fly home," Klaus finished for her.

She nodded, blushing slightly. "Thanks for that, by the way."

He nodded, and they stood there awkwardly until a girl came up to them and hugged Caroline to congratulate her, and Klaus hissed under his breath for Elijah to leave. His brother rolled his eyes, but obliged, and when Caroline turned back around to find only Klaus, she smiled slightly. "So, um...I should–"

"Do you want to go to dinner? With me?" Klaus interrupted before she could excuse herself.

She smiled slightly. "Sure. I think I'd like that."

A/N: Thanks for reading.
Hugs!
-Angie