A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Klaus is on a school trip and meets Caroline. Fluff ensues. No smut.
2. The Originals tell Caroline about the famous people they've met. And eat pizza. No smut.

Hi Angie, I have a drabble request for you : Caroline meets Klaus during a school trip and he offers her to show her around. It can be AU/AH or simply AU, smutty or fluffy, choose what inspires you the most ! Thanks :)

He sighed as he walked into the restaurant, noticing that the place seemed to be packed.

It was his own fault really, as he'd paused to text his sister before following the large crowd to the restaurants downtown, and he was paying the price for his dawdling.

He was attending a film festival with the rest of his university class, though they were given the freedom to see anything they wanted over the week as long as they watched at least ten separate films for their projects. They'd flown from London to Utah for the Sundance Film Festival (he honestly wasn't sure why they hadn't just gone to the one in London, but figured it was best not to ask), and the last film he'd seen had been his last mandatory one.

This meant that he was free to explore the area as he pleased (though he assumed that things to do in Park City, Utah was limited to the festival).

"One for lunch," he said to the pretentious-looking host, who gave him a haughty look and gestured for him to take a seat.

After ten minutes, Klaus began to get (admittedly a bit irrationally) impatient, and asked the man how long the wait would be.

"It will most likely be a 30 minute wait at least."

Klaus sighed, resigning himself to fast food, but decided to wait just five minutes longer, just in case.

He caught the eye of a pretty blonde girl who was dining with two men around her age (perhaps her brothers, though they looked nothing alike) and a woman that looked similar enough to the boys to be their mother. She gave him a sympathetic look and motioned the waiter over, whispering something and pointing at Klaus, who found himself guided to a table that seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

Confused, but not about to say no, he sat down, accepted the menu, and ordered before going over to the girl who had spoken to the waiter.

"What did you say to him?"

She laughed quietly. "I told him you were a famous movie director."

"But I'm not a famous film director."

"Well, don't tell them that," she said teasingly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

His lips twitched and he moved back to his seat, his food coming quite quickly, most likely due to the girl's interference. He snuck glances at her out of the corner of his eye, catching her doing the same once or twice, and he wondered if she was here for the festival, or just happened to live in the area.

Once he'd finished, he gestured to the waiter for the check and when it came, he bent closer to the man, his voice low. "I'd like to also pay for them, please," he said, gesturing subtly to the girl and her family.

The waiter nodded, taking the card and leaving to the register. He signed for his receipt, and the one of the girl's' family before leaving a large tip and writing his number on the receipt, asking him to give it to the family when they asked for the check.

He'd never been so thankful for his trust fund.

XXX

"Seriously?" Caroline asked to no one in particular after her cousin Stefan slid over the check, giving her a simultaneously amused and exasperated look.

"Seriously," he answered, and Caroline shot him a glare.

"What happened?" her Aunt Lily asked, dabbing her mouth with a napkin.

"The guy I got a table for paid for us."

"And gave her his number," Stefan added, dodging the poke she attempted to land on his upper arm and the hissed 'Shut up, Stefan'.

"Are you going to call him, Barbie?"

"Don't call me that," she snapped at Damon, who shrugged, leaning back in his chair.

"It was your nickname when you were five, it's your nickname now."

"Aunt Lily," she half-whined, looking at Damon's mother for help.

She put her hands up in surrender, however. "He's an adult, dear. He's not my problem anymore."

She huffed, pulling out her phone.

"You're going to text him, aren't you?" Damon asked as Stefan strained to look over her shoulder as she typed in the number.

"You're naming him 'British Guy' in your phone?"

"Hey, don't read over my shoulder! And what was I supposed to call him?"

"I don't know. But 'British Guy' seems super uncreative," Damon chipped in.

"Are you guys done?" she asked icily.

"Just don't sext him. I steal your phone to google things and I don't want to see it."

"How? I have a passcode on it!"

"I guessed it," Damon said with a shrug of his shoulders before downing the rest of his bourbon (he seemed to always have a glass in his hand after turning twenty-one a few months before).

"Douche."

"And proud."

She groaned. "I'm going windowshopping. Text me when you're done being an ass and I'll meet you back at the resort."

"Guess you'll be homeless forever, Barbie."

She sent him a very rude hand gesture as she left, ignoring the gasp of someone with a small child.

XXX

Hi. This is Caroline from the restaurant. You didn't have to pay for us.

Hello, Caroline. I know, but I wanted to.

Well, thank you.

No problem, love. I'm Klaus, by the way.

And I'm Caroline, not love.

Noted, Caroline.

:)

Sorry if this sounds forward, but do you live around here?

I'm staying with my cousins. I do every summer.

Well, I'm here for a class trip, and I've finished my assigned coursework.

Are you asking me to show you around?

Yes. I'm afraid I'll be dreadfully bored otherwise.

LOL I see how it is. Using me for my knowledge of the area? Very classy.

I fancy you.

You don't even know me.

But I'd like to.

You don't even live here.

Neither do you.

Fair enough. Okay.

'Okay' as in you'll let me take you out?

Yes. How are you with heights?

XXX

Caroline instructed him to meet her near his hotel, and she drove them to what looked like a resort. "My Aunt Lily works here," she said unnecessarily, parking and combing her fingers through her hair to put it up into a ponytail. "This'll be fun. I promise."

"All right."

She flashed him a bright smile, grabbing his hand and tugging him to a resort path. They walked for a few minutes in a comfortable silence, Klaus having linked their fingers together, making a blush lightly stain Caroline's cheeks.

When they finally arrived at a small building with cables stretching from the roof, Klaus frowned until he saw a gondola move out, the cable pulling it towards the mountain. "Is this okay?" Caroline asked, looking a bit nervous. "We can do something else if you–"

"It's perfect," he interrupted, and she smiled.

"Okay. Come on."

She walked by the line to the back door, ignoring the glares from a few of the patrons, and pulled him inside. He recognized the man at the ticket counter as one of the two she'd been sitting with the night before.

"Stef, can we have the next one?"

"Sure, Care. Non-family has to pay, though."

"That's bullshit. He's with me."

"Rules are rules," he said, shrugging, and Klaus obligingly pulled out his wallet.

"How much?"

"$14."

Klaus pulled a twenty out of his wallet, and Stefan pushed the change into his hand. "Just so you know, there are cameras in the gondolas."

"Don't threaten my dates, you ass."

"Just doing my cousin-ly duty."

Caroline huffed and rolled her eyes, moving up the employee stares to the top, where the guy that helped them get into the gondolas was waiting. "Hey, Ty."

He nodded at her and gestured for them to get into the gondola, beckoning the next group with them, but Caroline stopped him. "Just the two of us, please."

He raised an eyebrow but obligingly helped them in and closed the door.

They sat in silence for a moment before Klaus spoke. "So, your cousin is Stefan?"

"Yeah. I have two. Stefan and Damon. I stay here during the summer."

"Do you like it?"

She shrugged. "It's okay. I like Sundance. There are always interesting people. And there's more stuff to do than where I grew up."

At his questioning look, she elaborated. "I grew up in a super-small town in rural-ish Virginia. Everyone knew everyone."

"That sounds interesting. Are you in school there?"

"I go to Whitmore. It's a small private school."

"What are you majoring in?"

"Journalism, but I'm also getting a minor in music. I'm graduating next spring as well. You're in school, so are you majoring in film?"

"No, I'm majoring in Business at Cambridge. Taking the class as an elective over the summer, mostly just for fun. I'm already expected to graduate this winter."

She looked impressed, and he suppressed a smile.

"Oh, wow. Cool."

He shrugged. "I suppose."

"Did you grow up near there?"

He shrugged. "Just outside of London, actually. It's a bit far."

"Did you like it? London, I mean."

"It was all right. I have enough siblings that there was never a dull moment."

"How many do you have?" Caroline asked interestedly, and Klaus was thankful for it.

His siblings made for excellent anecdotes and were good for starting conversations, while also keeping attention away from his parents. It was all quite convenient.

"I have six. Two sisters and four brothers."

"Are you the oldest?"

"No. I pity Freya, really. There's a ten year difference between her and Henrik, the youngest."

"Henrik, Freya, and Klaus? Interesting names."

He chuckled. "Rebekah is the only one with a relatively normal name. There's also Elijah and Kol."

"Elijah's not that weird."

"I'm sure he'd be glad to hear it."

She laughed, and he found that he liked the sound. It was almost musical.

They continued to talk about Klaus's family, and he learned a bit about hers as well. He glanced out the window and fell silent the view of the lush, green mountains.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes. Very much so," he said, trying to sneak a glance at her.

She smiled, clearly having noticed, and shook her head. "Nice try. Very smooth."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

She gave an exaggerated long-suffering sigh, and grabbed his hand as the gondola began to descend towards a platform. "We can take a walk for a bit and then ride back," she suggested.

"Sounds good, love."

She didn't correct him.

They walked down the trail through the forest, and they talked about her childhood in Mystic Falls (as he now knew it to be called). She told him that she'd won the local beauty pageant, and he asked her to dance in the middle of the trail. She'd given him a disbelieving look, clearly trying not to laugh, and when he held out a hand, she'd made a show of rolling her eyes even as she fell into step with him.

"You can actually dance," she said, mildly impressed when he twirled her around.

"Yes. My sister's married and was rather determined to make sure that we wouldn't embarrass her at the wedding."

"Well, I'd say that she's rude, but I like the results."

"If they impress you, I don't mind them all that much either."

She laughed as he playfully dipped her, pulling her back up again, and almost surprised himself when he pulled her close and kissed her softly.

Caroline responded immediately, her arms winding around his neck as her lips moved against his, both of them continuing to sway to the music that wasn't there, lost in the moment.

Klaus broke away as his phone beeped, and he checked it, frowning. "I should head back to the hotel, unfortunately. The flight is tomorrow afternoon."

Her face fell slightly, and he took an odd sense of satisfaction that she was disappointed he'd be leaving, especially since he was rather sad to leave her as well.

It was odd, really, since he'd known her for barely a day, but he felt connected to her in a way that was unfamiliar and exciting. He kissed her again, more softly, and then wound his fingers through hers as they turned to walk back to the gondola platform that would take them back to the resort.

"I had fun," she said, smiling as they stepped up on the platform and entered the gondola, the resort employee closing the door behind them.

Instead of sitting on one of the benches the way she had the first time, she turned and attached her lips to his, just a bit more aggressively than before. His hands fell to her waist immediately, his thumbs rubbing circles against her skin.

"Didn't your cousin say that there were cameras?"

She scoffed, her fingertips brushing lightly at his hair. "He's such a douche. No, there are no cameras. Can we not talk about Stefan right now?"

"Anything you'd like, love."

She smiled, and he felt his heart swell slightly, thumping insistently against his chest as her lips met his again. She kept their kisses soft and sweet, and though he desperately wanted to stroke the soft skin of her abdomen, to feel the weight of her full breasts in his hands, he followed her lead, all clothes staying on, touching limited to chaste spaces.

She pulled away just as they began to descend, her lips swollen and red from their kisses, cheeks flushed. "This might sound super weird, but I wish you weren't leaving tomorrow."

"Me neither," he said, his voice a bit hoarse as the gondola touched down on the platform.

They walked out, and he opened the driver's side door for her before walking to the passenger's side and moving in. They drove in silence, Caroline clearly lost in thought, and as she pulled up to his hotel, she turned to him, her lip pulled between her teeth.

"Do you want to text me? Like, during the school year? Or email. Like, penpals?"

"I'd love to."

Her face suddenly schooled into a serious look. "No attachments, though. We're just friends."

He felt an odd coiling in his stomach, almost a sick feeling, but pushed it back, giving her a cheeky grin. "For now."

She laughed, and he wondered if he'd ever be able to forget the sound, or whether it would torture him until he saw her again.

Because he would see her again. He'd make sure of it.

One year later...

She'd been texting and emailing on and off with Klaus, and they'd gotten progressively more flirtatious as they both approached graduation. Though she'd dated briefly over the school year, Klaus seemed to have gotten under her skin. Even though the time they'd spent together had been short, and their touches almost agonizingly chaste, no one ever seemed to measure up to him. What she'd originally considered a no-strings-attached summer fling had turned into a long-distance friendship.

She'd learned more about him slowly over the year. He'd sent her pictures of his paintings, and she'd write back completely made up stories based on them. Occasionally they'd have a skype session or a late-night phone call, and they'd sent each other graduation presents.

Neither of them had mentioned any possible plane rides or visits, though.

Caroline was visiting the Salvatores again, half-dreading it since she knew that everything would remind her of Klaus (and wasn't that mortifying). She tried not to think about it on the plane, having texted Klaus before she boarded, teasingly (and admittedly a bit provocatively) telling him where she was going.

All of this, of course, meant that she was not one bit expecting him to meet her at the bottom of the escalator to the baggage claim. "Hey," she said, her voice slightly breathless.

That dimpled smile was just as knee-weakening as she'd remembered, his eyes just as blue.

"Hello, love."

She gave him a hug, trying to inhale his scent without being obvious, thankful that he seemed to be clinging to her just as much as she was to him.

"I decided to come to the festival this year, and I asked Stefan if you'd be visiting," he said, pulling away and immediately stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I take it you're not upset?"

"No. Not at all."

He smiled. "That's good."

"How long are you here? Just for the festival?" she asked, fingering the handle of her suitcase nervously.

"I'm here for as long as you'll have me."

And then he was kissing her, and she moaned softly as his tongue pushed against the seam of her lips, wondering how she could ever have thought that this was only a summer fling.

Can you do a Drabble where Caroline introduces Friday pizza night to the originals, obviously Klaroline but put other ships in if you want :) / Background Klaroline. Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, Kol and maybe Katherine tell Caroline about all the famous people they have known.

"Do you love me, Klaus?"

He froze mid-movement, knowing that there was only one right answer. "Always."

"How much do you love me?" she asked teasingly, pressing against his side and laying her head contentedly on his shoulder as he sat back and looped an arm around her.

"Very, very much."

"Prove it."

He scowled. "I don't need to prove it. I'd like to think you'd know by now."

"It's always nice to have a reminder. Speaking of, I love you. A lot. Especially when you do nice things for me."

He pressed his lips together, his thumb rubbing her shoulder in slow circles just by the strap of her sundress. "Yes, perhaps it is. However, I'm not quite sure how what you want is demonstrative of my love for you."

"It just is, okay?"

She stared him down, and he stared back, the air practically crackling between them, before he sighed. "Honestly," he mumbled, waving a hand toward the coffee table unenthusiastically. She gave him a bright smile that almost made it worth it before grabbing the last piece of pizza out of the box in front of them, biting into it with an unnatural amount of relish and then moaning contentedly as she licked a bit of tomato sauce off her finger.

"We should do this more often," she said as she slumped against him again on the couch.

"I suppose," he agreed, making a mental note to order more pizza the next time.

"We should totally invite your siblings over once in awhile for it too."

"Absolutely not."

She turned to look at him, frowning. "But you guys never do anything together. It's super depressing."

"I'm not sure what you mean. We interact all the time."

"Yeah. By fighting. You'll never make up or connect or whatever if you don't even try, and I think family dinners would be a good way to do that."

"It would end in death," Klaus said shortly.

"That's not true," Caroline argued. "You can't kill your siblings."

"No, but any of us can kill Katerina, and Elijah would not be pleased with that, I assure you. They could potentially kill you as well, and frankly I'm not willing to put you in that sort of situation."

"The only person that would be killing Katherine is you."

"That is undeniably false. Kol and Bekah would both love to see Katerina's heart in mush on the floor, though Bekah would probably avoid staining the carpets. They're very expensive."

"Well, you're an adult, I'm sure you can restrain yourself. And anyway, I won't die. All your siblings love me."

"Who wouldn't?" Klaus asked affectionately, smirking as she rolled her eyes.

Telling him that not everyone agreed with him all the time would contradict her point, and he knew it.

"Look, let's just try it once, okay? We can have pizza. Everyone likes pizza!" she said cajolingly, gesturing to the mess of the box on the floor while aiming ridiculously large, pleading blue eyes in his direction.

"We'll try it."

Hopefully things wouldn't go pear-shaped too quickly. Caroline was right (as usual). Everyone liked pizza. It would be fine.

XXX

Everything was not fine.

Caroline took another bite of pizza as she tried to decide whether to intervene. Kol and Katherine had at some point decided to start one-upping each other on famous people they'd met, and Klaus and Rebekah had now jumped in too (Elijah sat beside Caroline, sipping wine and somehow making eyerolls look polite).

"You were taller than him though, weren't you?" Kol was saying, his juvenile taunt making Katherine give a disdainful snort.

"So what if I was an inch taller than Napoleon? It had nothing to do with how he used his–" she froze, turning to Elijah, large brown eyes wide and imploring. "I was thinking of you the entire time, Elijah, I promise."

He scoffed and downed an entire glass of wine in one gulp and poured himself another.

"Well, while you were sharing a bed with a married man like a harlot–"

"It takes two to tango, Rebekah," Katherine said, her lip curled. "And let's not pretend that you held an aspirin between your knees all your life."

"Yes, Rebekah. Please, do tell us about your conquests."

"Shut it, Kol."

"Didn't you have an illicit relationship with quite a few princes? Or was that just in your imagination?" Kol asked nastily, and Klaus whacked him around the back of the head with a beer bottle.

Caroline winced as Kol shouted in pain, quickly combing the broken glass out of his hair, muttering a stream of what must have been foreign swear words as Klaus glared at him.

"Klaus, this is supposed to be a calm, family get-together," she said.

"Have you met Nik?" Kol asked snidely, and Caroline huffed in annoyance.

"Have you met anyone interesting, Klaus? Besides Magellan, obviously," she said, trying to change the subject.

He grinned and looked down at her reference to their fight in the forest. "I've met quite a few interesting people, love. Anyone in particular you'd like to hear about?"

"The princess?" she suggested, and Klaus gave her a genuine, dimpled smile as he moved closer to her to sling an arm over her shoulder (more possessively than affectionately, though Rebekah gagged exaggeratedly anyway).

"The one almost as beautiful as you?"

"That is a terrible line, Nik."

"No one asked your opinion, Kol."

Caroline shushed him and turned to Klaus, an eyebrow raised expectantly. "So?"

"I met a woman in New York, and she was very charming. She mentioned that she wanted to be an actress, and despite the Academy of Dramatic Arts being full for the semester, I–"

"You gave me Grace Kelly's bracelet?" Caroline screeched.

"Well, to be fair, she gave it to me and told me to give it to someone deserving of it."

"Grace Kelly touched that bracelet?"

Klaus looked vaguely amused at Caroline's reaction. "Yes, you were 'Princess Grace of Monaco hot' from the first time I-Hey now, love, let's not get violent. I thought it was a rather nice gesture."

"You slept with Grace Kelly?"

"No," he said. "She and I met very soon after Bekah became indisposed–"

"Indisposed?" Rebekah interrupted, but Klaus pressed on anyway.

"I never saw her romantically, I assure you. I went to her wedding, actually. That's where she gave me the bracelet."

"You are such a liar."

"Well, that's rather insulting–"

"I am not hotter than Grace Kelly," Caroline interrupted, and Klaus chuckled, squeezing her hip lightly.

"There is no correct response to that."

"Probably not," she agreed.

"I slept with Cleopatra," Kol announced, and Katherine scoffed.

"Cleopatra died before the common era, genius. Nice try."

"Oh, look, Elijah. I might have misjudged. Your little tart does have a brain."

"Do not speak of Katerina that way," Elijah said dangerously, and Kol deflated slightly.

If Caroline had learned anything over the past five years, it was that Elijah had somehow gained the ability to make any of his siblings feel ashamed of their actions, something that she was irrationally jealous of whenever Kol did something particularly egregious and then laughed in her face when she chewed him out for it.

"Yes, Kol. Don't speak of her that way," Rebekah mocked, dodging the pizza cutter Kol had aimed at her neck.

"Rude."

"So, so far I think I'm winning," Katherine interrupted.

"Grace Kelly wins over Napoleon," Caroline argued.

"I disagree," Rebekah said haughtily with a toss of her hair. "Hildegard of Bingen."

"Who?" Caroline asked, and Kol rolled his eyes.

"Honestly, don't you lot crack open a single history book in school?"

"Hey, it's not my fault that all we learned about was the history of Mystic Falls."

"Perhaps not. I still enjoyed Marie Antoinette thoroughly. I believe I win just for that."

"You're a pig," Rebekah said, wrinkling her nose.

Kol made an exaggerated snorting sound, and Klaus and Elijah exchanged the kind of long-suffering look that reminded Caroline of exhausted parents with small children.

She laid her head against Klaus's shoulder, watching as Rebekah and Kol bickered, Katherine occasionally adding comments designed to spur the two siblings, pretending not to notice Elijah picking the pineapple off of her pizza and eating it.

"You're a disgusting prick, Kol."

"And you're a self-righteous twat."

"Respect your elders, little brother."

"We don't know if you're older. Mother would never tell us who was born first."

"I just know, all right?"

Caroline sighed, nibbling on some pizza crust, reflecting that at least no one had died.

It was a start.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed these. Please leave reviews so I know what you thought, since feedback is the only way I improve. :)
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-Angie