AN: I hope you guys are ready for this chapter, because it's my favorite one so far ;)

Caroline lied in her bed, twirling locks of her golden hair with her fingers. She gazed at the beautiful view of Munich from her bedroom, remembering how the past few days had gone.

She and Klaus started their vacation in Germany by attending the annual Oktoberfest. Much of it was a haze after drinking countless mugs of delicious beer, but she could remember all the amazing meats she ate and the non-stop laughing with Klaus. She remembered him teaching her a few sayings in German so she could speak to the locals, who smiled at her quick learning skills. The two rode on rollercoasters until Caroline felt as though she was going to puke any second. Consequently, they went to the hotel they were staying in early and ended the night by watching a romantic film.

She closed her eyes, almost wishing that she could go back to that night.

The film was over and Caroline reached over to the coffee table to grab a tissue for her teary eyes.

Klaus laughed. "Are you crying, love?"

She wiped her eyes and scoffed. "It was so sad and beautiful!"

"But you said you've seen it over three times," he said as he ejected The Painted Veil from the DVD player and placed it back in its case.

"It gets me every time," she admitted. "Tell me it didn't get to you."

Klaus smiled and crossed his arms. "It was alright."

Caroline sprang from the couch and walked over to him, standing by the television. "I heard you gasp at the end, Mister Mikaelson. You were moved," she taunted.

He looked down at the young vampire and took in the sight of her grinning up at him. He rolled his eyes. "Okay, I was surprised."

"Yes! I knew it, you're a sucker for romances!" She ran to the radio on the opposite side of the living room, switched it to some dance music, and ran back to Klaus in blinding speed. "Would you like to make our own romance?" she asked as she grabbed his forearms.

Klaus was taken completely aback. Caroline had never said anything like that to him before. He blamed all the alcohol in her system. Still, he wished she'd been sober and would say that. In the moment, she was pleading for him to dance with her to The Black Key's "Gold on the Ceiling" At first, he hesitated, insisting he didn't dance, but seeing her so happy made him give in.

They danced for a while, letting their bodies do the talking. He twirled and spun her as their hips swayed to the music. They soon were dancing drunkenly around the entire living room, jumping from the coffee table to the sofa.

As their bodies gave in to exhaustion, the two plopped onto the couch like rag dolls. A slow song came on, one Caroline realized she and Tyler had danced to. She sighed and cuddled into Klaus' open arm, trying to forget about Tyler. Klaus was surprised once more as she did this, but decided to let the moment be.

"Klaus?"

"Yes, love?"

"What did you expect to happen when I agreed to come with you?"

Klaus sat up straight, debating whether to wrap his arm around her or not. "Well," he sighed, "In all honesty, I pictured it just like this."

"What? Me cuddling next to you?" She giggled drunkenly.

"Um... well, not really. I expected us to have a lot of fun, which is what we've had, but I thought all the while, you'd stay angry with me." He cautiously toyed with one of her curls.

"Why would you think I'd be angry?"

"Do I really have to say it?"

Caroline's eyes casted down at his legs, both of which were shaking nervously. "I'm not angry with you Klaus. Not anymore."

He bit his lip. "Why not?"

"Because I've realized that you, of all people, can do good. You helped those poor people during the Holocaust. I never thought that of you."

Klaus sighed quietly. That's what bothered him; no one would think the big, bad hybrid was capable of good. "Well, I'm glad you've realized that."

She smiled and moved closer to him, resting her head on his chest. She concentrated on his breathing and heartbeat. They sat their for about half an hour, but Klaus wished it had been eternity. If this was the most he was ever going to get from Caroline, he'd want it to be like this forever.

Then, Caroline had a realization. She grabbed his left hand and placed it on her chest. "Do you feel that?" she asked.

Klaus looked down at her, confused. "What?"

"Our hearts are beating at the same time." The two stayed quiet, listening to their hearts beat in sync. Soon, Caroline fell into a deep sleep to the sound of their little lullaby.

Klaus carefully carried her to her room and tucked her in the bed. Her wild, golden curls framed her porcelain face. She breathed slowly while smiling softly in her sleep. In that moment, Klaus swore he'd never seen something so beautiful in his thousand years.

"Good night, love." He leaned down to peck her on her forehead, but decided to let his lips linger on her smooth skin. That was when he felt it; her hand reached up to the back of his neck and pulled him down to let their lips meet. She kissed him slowly, allowing herself to feel his unbelievably soft lips. Klaus raised his eyebrows in surprise, but let the moment continue like before. She pulled away from him and smiled as he groaned for more.

"Good night, Klaus," she said in a mere whisper.

Uh oh, did Caroline only do that because she was drunk, or because she truly wanted Klaus? DUN DUN DUUUUUN