A/N: Hopefully this makes up for all of you that hated Klaus with a woman that wasn't Caroline in the last drabble, some adorablity for you'all. The prompt was: Caroline throws a tea party and Klaus is the only one that turns up.
"Okay, the invites are sent, the cakes made, the table set, and now I just wait for everybody to get here," she said to herself as she smoothed out her floral dress and crossed her legs under the plastic table. Her smile was wiped quickly off her face when she felt someone pulling on her blonde pigtails. A mass of jet-black hair passed her, "Damon, go away, you're not invited to my party!" She stuck her tongue out at him.
"I didn't want to come anyway, and Elena is also having a tea party on the other side of the playground, everyone is going to that," he pointed out pompously, "Nobody wants to come to your boring party, Caroline Smelloline." Caroline scrunched up her face uncomfortably as she felt the onslaught of tears approach. As Damon ran away to join the rest of the children at Elena's party, she wiped away the rebellious tears that fell down her face, and breathed deeply three times, the way her mother taught her to when she got anxious or upset and she made her way back into the kindergarten building.
He watched her emerging from the building, her blonde head barely visible under the pile of teddy bears that she carried in her arms. He watched amused as she placed each of the teddy bears down on the empty seats.
"Okay!" She exclaimed as she sat down at the head of the table, "Now who would like some tea? I see your hand there Mr. Paddington, now is there a reason you're not eating your cupcake?"
"He doesn't like vanilla, he prefers chocolate," he said as he came out from behind the jungle Jim.
Her eyes widened with embarrassment and shock when the boy with the dark blonde hair and the smirk stood in front of her.
"I was just playing pretend, no need to mock me Klaus," she narrowed her eyes in defiance.
"I wasn't mocking you, I was helping you understand your guests. My mother always says that you should know what each one of guests like when they come for tea."
Surprised at his answer, she carried on pouring tea for her guests as she asked him, "Why are you here? Why aren't you at Elena Gilbert's tea party?" He didn't miss how her voice turned bitter at the mention of the golden girl.
"Because I don't like Elena Gilbert. She thinks she is the princess over all of us, and we have to listen to everything she says, and I heard you were having a tea party too," he added with a smile. He was strangely tuned in to everything that Caroline Forbes did, if she organized a game he was always the first one to play with, if she sang or recited a poem, he would clap first. There was something about her face that compelled him. Sometimes he would draw pictures of her with her yellow hair and bright blue eyes and was certain that one day he would show them to her, but he would always chicken out and give it to his baby sister instead, telling her that's how beautiful she would be when she grew up.
"But I didn't invite you," she replied sheepishly.
"But you looked like you could use the company, or would you prefer the teddy bears?" He said, gesturing to her stuffed acquaintances.
"No no, have a seat," she smiled warmly at him, "We always have room for one more at our table."
She removed a small teddy bear that was sitting on the chair nearest to her and placed it on the floor, her stomach lighting up in an odd way, for the first time someone wanted to be with her instead of Elena, someone was happy to play pretend with her, to be seen with her even it was not the coolest place to be.
He grinned as he sat down on the now unoccupied chair and lifted his cup up for her to pour him some imaginary tea, happy to be on the receiving end of one of her smiles.
A/N: How was that one? Are you fiercely against Klaroline being written as innocent kiddies? Was it too much fluff? Was it a bore a minute? Let me know in that little review button at the bottom. And as always follow me on la tumblr at klaussnowflake.