A/N: It's safe to say I'm more than a little upset after the last episode. I was extremely sad, and I wrote this drabble as a way to just work through everything. Seriously though, a were baby!?

The request for the drabble: Klaus thinks about Caroline when he's with another woman. Based on the song The Weakness in Me by Keisha White (Listen to the song while reading, it'll make you extra emotional)

It was easy to pretend that the woman beside him was the one he wanted there. It was easy to pretend when his eyes were closed, or when it was just him and their child, or on those dark and desperate nights when he finished bottle after bottle of alcohol. Hayley's disdain for him eventually changed to acceptance and finally adoration after the birth of their child. At that point in time, she was what he needed: a warm body, someone with similar interests, who was willing to submit to his will. But that all changed when Caroline arrived in New Orleans.

Fresh from a trip around the world, Caroline and Stefan settled in New Orleans after she completed college. Hayley was immediately defensive, aware of his former feelings for Caroline, but he attempted to placate her, telling her that all his feelings for Caroline died when he left Mystic Falls, when she rejected him for the last time, that his love and commitment was now housed with her and their child. It meant nothing that he constantly spent an extra hour every day in his studio, perfecting the rosy hue of Caroline's cheeks, or that he knew she came into Rousseau's every evening at 5pm for her daily glass of red wine and he made sure he was always there when she came in.

Their friendship was quickly rekindled, the attraction too strong for either of them to fight for too long, but with him playing happy familiy with Hayley, friends was all they could be. He was curious as to why she decided to come to New Orleans, she wanted to know how long he waited until he moved onto Hayley, neither of them voiced their questions, just reveled in each other's company.

Hayley's jealousy often turned into anger, her werewolf tendencies meant a simple disagreement became a full out brawl, causing their child to seek refuge with Rebekah or Elijah. She begged Klaus to stop seeing Caroline, she could see the change in his eyes – the tender look that he reserved for Caroline, she could see the change in his demeanor, the way he all of a sudden had a spring in his step, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before she lost him completely.

He tried with he had in him to stay away, if only just for Hayley who had shown him loyalty when others had not, or for their child and the commitment he made. But he was a man, who for over millennia did what he pleased, with who he pleased and answered to no one; and Caroline was an obsession that surpassed even his hybrids, staying away simply wasn't an option.

It was on one of those nights when she lay in his arms after they had made love when she voiced what was on her heart: "Why didn't you wait for me?" She whispered, "You said you would wait a century."

His chest constricted in guilt as he pulled her closer to him, longing to feel her near him, even if that moment was all they had, "I intended to, love, you are all I ever wanted. It felt like nature was playing a cruel trick on me when Hayley fell pregnant and then after the child was born, she was there and she wanted to be there and I never in my wildest dreams believed that you would ever be mine, that I would get this opportunity." He leaned down to kiss her again, deeply, once again savoring every part of her that she allowed him too. He pulled away reluctantly, "Love, I should be going, I told Hayley I'm meeting with Elijah."

Caroline kissed him desperately again before saying, "This is so wrong what we're doing, going behind Hayley's back bu-but it feels like the most right thing I've ever done." Klaus closed his eyes for a moment, imagining that things were different, that Caroline wasn't just a dirty secret, that the love he had for her held merit, that he could show her off, tell the world that she was the woman in his life. He climbed out of her bed and got dressed, every item that he put on, weighing heavy on him. He turned to leave, giving her a tender smile, not trusting himself to kiss her goodbye. He walked away, tortured, knowing that his happiness, and everything he could possibly want, was lying in that bed.

A/N: I'm sorry if that made you sad, that was my emotions writing. What did you think? A poor excuse for angst? A silly story? Please please review, it would make me extremely happy.

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