A/N: For KC AU week - celebrity day.
1. Famous DJ Klaus wakes up on Caroline's couch. She has no idea who he is. SFW
2. Caroline is a famous singer. Klaus is her biggest fan. She invites him backstage. Smut.

Drabble prompts: The "I had/went to a party last night, and you woke up on my couch… But I don't know who you are…." AU (prettty please with chocolate sprinkles on top)

The entire night had been a blur, really. There had been a lot of pulsing bass and strobe lights, and it really hadn't been Caroline's scene. She blamed her best friend Bonnie, who she'd grown up with and religiously kept in touch with despite her friend's quickly-growing fame from her platinum debut album.

Caroline had attended Bonnie's concert even though it was a school night, and then had been cajoled into attending the afterparty despite her ten o'clock class the next day.

She vaguely remembered dancing with Bonnie and then drunkenly spilling half her fruity drink on some equally drunk guy before making out with him, and Elena, Bonnie's personal assistant, had come to pick her and Bonnie up (as well as the drunk guy that Caroline had enthusiastically made out with in Elena's backseat). Elena had dropped her and drunk guy off at Caroline's apartment before driving Bonnie back to her hotel.

She groaned as her second alarm went off, blindly grabbing her phone from the bedside table and shutting it off, pushing herself out of bed. She hoped drunk guy had gone home, because she didn't want to go through the process of kicking him out of her apartment.

The fact that he wasn't in the bed seemed promising.

Sighing, she shuffled to the bathroom and groaned at the state of her hair and make-up streaked face, starting the shower and scrubbing herself clean, trying to remember the night before after she'd returned to the apartment.

The sex had been great, Caroline remembered. She hoped the couple next door wouldn't file a noise complaint. She wasn't normally a screamer, but good god, drunk guy knew how to use his tongue.

She wrapped herself in a towel, deciding she'd ask Bonnie if the other girl remembered who he was (pleasedon'tbefamous), though she knew that Bonnie might have been even more drunk that her. Maybe Elena would remember?

There was still no sound from her the rest of apartment, as well as no smell of breakfast being made, so she resolved that he was gone. After brushing her hair, applying her normal amount of make-up, and wriggling into some tight jeans and a blouse, she walked to the front room to grab her backpack and froze.

(Hopefully no-longer) Drunk guy must be a heavy sleeper. He was sprawled on her futon couch (which Bonnie had bought her as an apartment-warming present, making sure it was the most comfortable futon couch possible), and Caroline winced.

Trying to prolong the start of the conversation as long as possible (she wasn't a fan of confrontation), she put some water on to boil for her oatmeal and started the coffee maker before deciding to bite the bullet and walked over to tap him on the shoulder.

He stirred slowly, groaning.

"Hey," she said awkwardly. "Um, I have class in like, two hours, and I don't want to leave you alone in my apartment, so it would be great if you could get ready to go or whatever."

"That's not very charitable of you, especially considering that you made me sleep on your couch," he grumbled in lieu of a greeting.

"Sorry?" she half-asked, trying to figure out why she would have forced him to sleep on the couch instead of with her in the bed. It wasn't normal drunk behavior for her, and she knew because it happened every time Bonnie was in town (again, she blamed her friend for being a terrible influence).

"I was rather surprised. Most women would kill to have me in their bed, but apparently that isn't a universal trait."

She frowned. "Okay, Mr. Arrogant. The sex was awesome and everything, but I need you to get up."

"You're kicking me out?" he asked slowly, sitting up.

"Um. Yeah. I told you, I have class."

"Also new," he muttered, running a hand through his hair, and she tried very hard not to look at his bare chest.

"Okay, well, I know it's hard to adjust to change and everything, and it can be intimidating and scary, but if you could embrace this opportunity for personal growth, that would be awesome."

He raised an eyebrow. "Or you could skip class and we could indulge in round three."

"Fat chance, buddy. I value my education. Get up."

"Always a refreshing trait," he mumbled, standing up. "Right, well. I'll be in town for the next two days, so I'd like your number, please. Perhaps you'll have time for round three tonight."

"Um, excuse you, but I'm not going to be your booty call. I don't even know your name."

He froze. "Beg pardon?"

"I don't know who you are," she said slowly, confused as to why he looked vaguely insulted.

"My name is Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson."

"Okay, Klaus Mikaelson. That's nice for you. We have now wasted ten minutes I could have used to eat my breakfast and get ready, so if you could gather your things and walk of shame yourself out, that would be awesome."

His mouth dropped open and he seemed to be at a loss for words. She bristled. "Why are you gaping like a fish?"

"You haven't heard of me?"

She frowned. "Should I have?"

"Of course. The girl I choose to go home with is the one that doesn't know who I am," he muttered darkly.

"Okay, sorry to burst your ego bubble, but I'm seriously short on time, so could you show yourself out?"

"Can I have your number?" he asked.

"No."

"Your name, at least?"

"Caroline," she said shortly.

He frowned as though trying to place her. "Don't take this the wrong way, love, but why were you at the party?"

"Bonnie's my best friend, not that it's any of your business."

He nodded once, seeming to accept her explanation. "All right, Caroline. Perhaps you'd like to go out with me tonight? To make up for my rudeness?"

She blinked, a bit taken aback, before rolling her eyes. "No."

"Well, I tried," he said with a long-suffering air, scanning the room and walking to grab his jeans, pulling them on.

His abrupt change of attitude was slightly surprising, but not unwelcome, and Caroline smiled slightly, nodding. "Okay. Um, have a safe trip home."

"Thank you, love," he said, pulling on his shirt and winking, patting himself down, apparently checking that he had everything before walking to the door. "See you tomorrow, Caroline."

"What?" she asked, but the door was already closing behind him, and she groaned.

Once she was out of class a few hours later, she pulled out her phone to see a bunch of text messages from Bonnie, as well as some from an unknown number.

Why is Klaus Mikaelson asking for your number?

Omg Care did you sleep with him?

Care?

CARE?

Oh you're in class. Sorry.

But seriously you slept with KLAUS MIKAELSON?

Okay I gave it to him.

Sorry i know how you are about giving people your number

BUT KLAUS MIKAELSON CARE

Kat's going to be so jealous

Was it good?

Jk of course it was good

wait you used a condom right?

If not i call godmother on the klaus babies

you'd have pretty babies

okay so i might still be a bit drunk

Dont worry elena's forcefeeding me water

are you out of class yet?

please don't be mad care i swear its in your best interest

the sex not the babies

idk if you'd have time for babies atm

you know med school and everything

ANYWAY

text me when you get these

and also google him.

Caroline rolled her eyes and obligingly looked Klaus up, snorting when she realized why she had no idea who he was. She wasn't really a dubstep person. Now that she flipped through the images, she vaguely remembered seeing him in the Best Dressed list for the Teen Choice Awards.

Sighing, Caroline switched back to her messages and briefly considered revoking her friend's best friend status.

Hello, Caroline. It's Klaus. I know that I was rather impolite this morning, and I was hoping to make it up to you tonight or tomorrow before I leave town. Bonnie informed me that you enjoy Italian food, so perhaps I could interest you in dinner at Delfina?

I know it's a bit out of your way, but I'd be happy to pick you up if you'd like.

If you prefer somewhere else, please do let me know.

She frowned and googled the restaurant, raising her eyebrows at the prices. Well, she guessed he could afford it, and as a med student up to her eyes in student debt (that did not take charity from her best friend, thank you very much), she would never say no to free food.

Especially good free food.

She bit her lip, staring at the screen before hesitantly typing out a message. Okay. Five-thirty. FYI, my pet peeve is lateness.

Duly noted, sweetheart.

She rolled her eyes at the response, switching back to Bonnie's messages.

Yes on everything besides us having pretty babies.

Have you SEEN us? Our baby would be the Angelina Jolie or the Ryan Gosling of Pre-K.

Not that we're having a baby.

Bonnie's response took less than ten seconds.

Yet.

Five years later, Bonnie claimed to be psychic, and also pointed out that their daughter was too blonde to resemble Angelina Jolie, but perhaps she'd accept a Victoria's Secret era Heidi Klum?

Caroline is famous. Klaus is her biggest fan. He goes to the backstage for an autograph. Smut.

"Oh my gosh, that's a great book!"

Klaus looked up from his reading, prepared to tell whoever it was that he was on break and if they wanted further service could they please speak to Marcellus who was right over there, but swallowed his words back when he saw who it was.

"I like it so far," Klaus said, trying to figure out when exactly Caroline Forbes had come up to him and how he hadn't noticed.

He may or may not own all of her albums, a few t-shirts (except the one with the glitter, he had some limits), and two posters of her. He'd gone to every tour, even the one before she'd been "mainstream," and he was going to her show that night.

She sat down next to him, clutching her coffee with both hands. "Do you work here?"

"Yes. Student loans and all that," he said, still a bit confused.

He knew she could tell he worked here. He had the uniform and nametag, it's not like she could have missed it. Was she trying to make conversation with him?

She smiled sympathetically. "That sucks. I'm just waiting for my friend to buy some stuff. Do you like horror books in general? Or just this one?"

He smiled slightly, finding her semi-awkward subject-jumping amusing. "I like them quite a bit, actually. I've read almost everything Stephen King has written. Ramsey Campbell and Clive Barker are also excellent writers."

"I love Clive Barker's stuff," Caroline said, her eyes lighting up. "My favorite one is probably Coldheart Canyon. Are you excited for—"

She stopped talking as a man dressed completely in black came up to them, tapping her on the shoulder. "Sorry to interrupt, Care, but we have to go."

"Oh, right. I'll be right there. Thirty seconds."

Her bodyguard nodded, and Caroline turned back to him. "I'm Caroline," she said, sticking out her hand for him to shake, her eyes teasing.

"I know," he said, almost automatically, before pressing on a bit impulsively. "I'm going to your show tonight."

"Oh, really?" she asked, smiling. "Cool. I'll be excited to see you. What's your name?"

He inwardly kicked himself. "Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson."

"Okay. I'll put your name on the backstage list. You should come hang out after the show. Just come to the back door and tell Stefan what your name is," she said, gesturing to the bodyguard next to her.

"Don't worry, I'll remember you," Stefan said, nodding, his face serious. "C'mon Caroline, we really have to get to the stadium."

"Right, right. Okay, I'll let you get back to your book. See you later Klaus."

"See you tonight," Klaus said, still slightly taken aback.

She smiled and waved cheerily before leaving, and he wondered if he was imagining the sway of her hips as she left.

XXX

He watched her from his spot in the audience, the way she strutted across the stage for the upbeat songs and swayed for the ballads. Caroline was an amazing performer. She worked the audience incredibly well, and everyone fell completely under her spell. Once the show was over, he left quickly, walking around the back to the crowd already gathering by the gate.

Stefan spotted him and waved him over, encouraging the crowd to part, and he moved through people whispering questions about why he was allowed in and they weren't.

When he walked into the backstage area, he was quickly directed to a backstage lounge. He expected to see Caroline surrounded by an entourage, but instead she walked in a few seconds after him, running a brush through her hair, which was damp from what must have been the fastest shower in history.

"Hey."

"Hello, love."

She froze for a fraction of a second at the endearment before smiling slightly and setting the brush down, running her fingers through her hair and sinking down on the couch across from his. He tried not to look at the way her tank top was clinging to her form, wet spots from her hair making the fabric stick to her skin, the impossibly short shorts making her legs look like they went on for miles.

Obviously, he failed.

He noticed the smirk playing on her lips when he looked back up at her face, and he gave her an unashamed dimpled smile.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked.

"Most definitely."

"Good," she said, leaning back, extending her legs so that her feet rested on the cushion next to him. "I'm glad you came."

"Me too."

They sat there rather awkwardly for a moment before she spoke again. "I just want to let you know… I don't usually invite random guys backstage that I barely know. Like, I'm sure you're not a serial killer or anything, but I don't usually… Yeah."

He felt a bubble of laughter well up inside him at her clearly embarrassed rambling, but managed to suppress it. "It's all right, love. I'll admit that I was surprised. I still am, really—"

"Oh, I just saw you were reading the book, and I'm a huge fan of horror and I almost never see anyone who likes it...I felt bad for bothering you, obviously…"

"Don't feel bad," he said immediately, slightly taken aback by her obvious nervousness. "I was a bit stunned you'd decided to talk to me, really. It's not exactly every day that Caroline Forbes walks into the drugstore you work in and tells you she likes the book you're reading as though it's the most normal thing in the world."

She frowned. "I mean, I'm not going to say I'm normal, but it's not like I'm Madonna or something."

He felt like he should backpedal, assure her that he wasn't just starstruck, but he couldn't help but scoff. "In case you didn't notice, love, I'm sort of a fan. I mean, I hope it doesn't sound creepy."

"No. I'm happy you like my music. That's why I'm in the industry," she said teasingly.

"Right, well, I'm glad you saw the book I was reading," he said, flashing a dimpled smile.

"Me too."

They held each other's gaze for a moment before she looked away, smiling slightly.

Her painted toes wriggled against the white leather cushions of the couch, and she shivered when his hand brushed against them as he moved it. "So, you're in school, you said?"

"Yes. I go to NYU."

"What are you studying?"

"Biology with a minor in Studio Art."

"Cool," she said, smiling. "Do you like it?"

He found himself growing more and more comfortable by the second as they talked. She was surprisingly funny (not that he hadn't expected it from her interviews), and her laugh was almost musical. His eyes were drawn more than once to the way her tongue swiped over the water that clung to her lips after she took a sip, or the way her breasts swayed when she stretched or changed her position on her seat.

Her eyes seemed to drink him in as well, her eyes darkening when she saw his arm muscles flex when he offered to help some attendant carry in the take-out that Caroline had got delivered.

She encouraged him to eat, citing him being a poor college student and it was the least she could do (though what she was supposed to be making up for was lost on him, considering he would have probably chewed off his own fingers to be within ten feet of her). They snuck glances at each other over food, and he felt the tension building.

She set the takeout box aside and leant back on the couch, licking some spare sauce off of her fingers, holding eye contact with him, her gaze heated, and he felt his cock twitch against his jeans.

Caroline cocked her head to the side, watching him. He searched for something to say, but before he could settle on a safe topic, she abruptly stood up, walked to him, and plopped down purposefully in his lap, straddling him.

"You said you had fun tonight, right?" she asked, and he settled his hands on her hips, hoping she couldn't hear how harshly his heart was hammering against his chest.

"Yes."

She bent down, pressing her lips firmly against his. Their kiss was slow and heated, her tongue running along the seam of his lips to thrust into his mouth as her hands ran lightly down his chest, before she pulled back, her forehead still rested against his.

"Want to have more fun?"

Her voice was throaty and seductive, and he could feel her hot breath on his face, the scent of her body wash filling his lungs.

"Yes."

She smiled, and this time her lips were rough and possessive, her fingers running through his hair, tugging at it softly. He couldn't quite believe that Caroline Forbes was practically throwing herself at him, but he wasn't about to complain as her soft, pliant body pressed deliciously against his.

His hands squeezed her hips lightly, and she moaned against him before biting his lower lip, pulling back, her breathing ragged.

Caroline fingered the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, and he helped her pull it over his head. Her fingernails ran lightly down his chest, and he groaned as she kissed his jaw and neck, her teeth scraping against his collarbone.

His cock was hard and straining against his jeans, and he stroked the skin of her abdomen under her tank top as she sucked and licked at his shoulder. "Do you want me to touch you?" she mumbled against his skin.

He caught her wrist lightly, and she looked up in confusion.

"Do you want me to touch you, love?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

He knew his eyes must be dark with lust, and her lips were slightly parted, a flush staining her cheeks. "Yes."

"Tell me what you want, love."

He took a secret sort of thrill that she was blushing.

"I want you to cup my breasts. Pinch my nipples. Kiss my neck."

He smirked, his cheeks dimpling, and he bent to scrape his teeth against her skin, and she moaned, her fingernails digging into his back, her hips rolling against the bulge in his jeans. "God," she breathed, tipping her head to the side to allow him better access, and he grinned against her skin, enjoying the way she squirmed when his stubble rubbed against her neck.

She gripped him more firmly as his hands moved under the hem of her tank top to tug it over her head, and she lifted her arms to allow him to do so, fusing her lips to his as soon as the fabric was thrown away.

He devoured her hungrily, their tongues clashing as he pulled her to rest flush against him, his hands stroking her back.

He brushed his finger against the clasp of her bra, and she pulled back to mumble that he should undo it before her palms cupped his face again as she tugged his lower lip between her teeth.

Caroline was beautiful, there was no doubt of that, but the way she was looking at him now made his heart swell in his chest. He had no doubt that, unless some sort of miracle happened, this was going to be a one-night stand, and that he was just a way for her to let off some steam, but he'd have her while he could.

He nimbly undid the band of her bra, helping her shrug it off before cupping her breasts in his hands. He pinched her nipples, making her moan, before cupping her arse in his palms, lifting her to kneel so that her breasts were positioned level with his face.

He kept one hand on the small of her back, the other cupped one of her breasts, kneading it lightly while his lips, teeth, and tongue, She gasped loudly when he tugged particularly hard, soothing the bite with his tongue before switching sides, and she moaned as she stroked her sensitive skin.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked when he pulled away, her voice low and breathy.

"You," he said, reaching to stroke a finger down her cheek.

She laughed, shaking her head. "Cheesy, much?"

"But true."

She rolled her eyes, still smiling, and moved closer to him to sink back down against his lap, her core pressed perfectly against the bulge in his trousers. Kissing him again, her hands moved to unbutton his jeans. He groaned as she shoved the waistband of his boxers down and wrapped her hand around his shaft, her lips still moving against his.

"You like that?" she pulled back to whisper.

"Yes."

She smiled against his cheek as she dropped kisses along it before licking the shell of his ear and taking his earlobe between her teeth. He couldn't help but groan, letting his hands fall to her thighs.

His hips jerked, pushing his cock against her hand, and he moved to unbutton her shorts. She lifted her hips slightly so that he could tug her shorts down around her thighs, and then she pushed herself away to bend and pull her shorts down her legs and then her thong, stepping out of them. She paused for a moment to brush the hair out of her eyes, letting his eyes drink in their fill of her nude form.

"Like what you see?"

"More than you know."

She smiled and bent down to rest a hand on his knee, her breasts swaying as she freed his erection fully, her thumb ghosting over the tip of him as she stroked him before straddling him again.

He reached to rub her clit, and she swore breathily, resting her forehead against his shoulder. Her arousal coated his fingers as he ran two fingers down her soaking slit, pushing them inside her, the motion of it making her legs quiver. "You are so beautiful."

Caroline gasped out his name as he fingerfucked her, her fingernails digging into his chest as she rolled her hips against his fingers.

He caught her lips with his quickly before pulling away, and she gasped when he pulled his hand away from her. He pulled his fingers up to his mouth to lick them, and was surprised when she grabbed his wrist and brought his fingers to her own mouth, sucking his fingers and running her tongue over his fingertips.

And god, if it wasn't the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

She pulled her lips away with a soft popping sound.

"I want to taste you," he said, and she shivered even as she grasped him, stroking him firmly.

"Next time," she said, rising up on her knees to position him at her entrance.

Next time?

He didn't have time to process her words before she sunk down on him and all coherent thought left him. She was tight and hot around him, and he groaned as she began to rock her hips against him. "You feel so good inside me," she panted, her hands clutching his shoulders as she rocked on top of him, and he nodded, unable to speak.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the slap of skin against skin, and her gasps of his name and the filthy words she was panting out between sharp inhales.

"I'm so close," she whimpered, and he squeezed her arse, making her fingernails dig into his skin as she rolled her hips against him more harshly.

"Come for me, love."

She was breathing raggedly, beads of sweat staining her forehead, and she was wet for him and so fucking hot, and he couldn't help but to admire the way she bit her lip as she rocked herself harder against him, desperately searching for release.

"God, Klaus...I need...fuck, yes."

He clutched her hips, fucking her hard and fast, enjoying the sway of her breasts as she moved, and her moans rose in pitch and volume until he felt her come apart around him, moaning his name.

He came soon after, and as soon as he'd ridden out his orgasm he froze. "We didn't use—"

"It's fine. I'm on birth control," she said, laughing slightly.

"All right."

They just stared at each other, Klaus feeling more and more awkward by the second, and she grinned kissing him again softly. "That was good."

"I agree," he said, gathering himself quickly.

"We should do it again sometime," she suggested, her smile impish.

"I'd like that," he said, a smile slowly stretching across his face. "And perhaps I could take you to dinner?" he asked impulsively.

Caroline bit her lip. "I'm only in town until tomorrow, and then we're off on the road again."

She looked genuinely disappointed that she had to leave, and he took that as a good sign. "You don't have to, love. I enjoyed your company, but I understand if you're too busy," he said, giving her an easy out.

"No. No, I really like you, actually. I know it's weird. Sorry, I don't mean to be super forward."

He snorted. "Bit late for that."

She glared at him and he shrugged, tightening his hold on her waist, and she shook her head, laughing quietly before pressing a soft kiss to his jaw and pulling back. "Okay, fine, maybe it is. Still, I think I'd like that. Spending more time with you, I mean."

"All right. I'll take you out, and I'll give you my number, and we'll see where it goes? I hope that I'm not being too forward, but I would love to get to know you a bit better. If you'd like to keep in touch after that, nothing would make me happier. If, after tomorrow, you'd rather not, I'll treasure the memory."

She laughed. "Okay, then. I'd love to get dinner. Then, maybe if you play your cards right, you can show me your apartment?"

"I'd love to."

"Okay. Good."

She kissed him again, more heatedly this time, and climbed off him, pulling her bra and tank top back on and then pulling on her thong and wriggling her shorts up her legs while he pulled on his shirt.

He was honestly pretty surprised at how coherent he'd been, to be honest. He'd fantasized for years about her, but the reality was so much better than his imagination. She was funny and brilliant and so real. He wanted to get to know her more, to connect with her and make their experience more than just sex.

She seemed open to it too, and that was a huge confidence boost.

"What's your hotel, love? I'll pick you up."

She checked her phone quickly to make sure she was giving him the right hotel company (apparently she stayed in so many that it was hard for her to keep track), before arranging the time and kissing him again, breaking away to walk to the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Caroline."

She gave him a bright smile. "Yeah. See you then."

And, to Klaus's surprise (and delight), they kept in touch.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you thought :)

Hugs!
-Angie