Could you write a drabble where either Klaus or Caroline's really nervous about dating again after a breakup & as a friend the other offers to take them on a pretend date w/ flowers, doorstep flirting, first date small talk, kiss? Ask for a 2nd date?

Awesome prompt, gooddame! This is such an amazing premise and I hope you like how this one turned out.

Friday I'm in Love

Tuesday 23 February 2016 - 9:33pm

"So let me get this straight," Klaus began, regarding her seriously. "You want me to take you on a practice date?"

"You make it sound so weird."

"Well…"

"Gee thanks, Klaus," she scoffed. "I come to you as my best friend and bear my soul, and this is the response I get?"

"I'm sorry; I guess I've just never had this sort of request before."

"I wonder why, you know given how supportive you are," she muttered, flopping onto his couch dramatically. "You know how much this break-up with Tyler has knocked my confidence."

"Well, I did offer to kill the bastard for you," Klaus growled.

"Yes, and as weirdly sweet as that was, I told you he wasn't worth the effort."

"Well, that's debatable. Look, I'm sorry I judged you," Klaus conceded. "Although, I suppose in hindsight, if anyone was going to have a practice date, it would be you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, you're a perfectionist," he shared. "Although, I wouldn't have you any other way, love."

"So, if that's the case how about you take me on this date?"

"I'm not really the dating type, Caroline," Klaus admitted.

"The world's biggest womaniser doesn't know how to date, how shocking."

"So, why pick me then?"

"Well, consider this a mutually beneficial arrangement then," she explained. "I can get some much needed date practice and you can learn about how to properly romance a girl, not just sleep with her and sneak away the next morning."

"You make me sound so callous," he replied, pretending to look shocked.

"Well, I think your behavior up to this point is pretty much confirmation of the fact," she drawled. "And I think callous is far too nice a word to describe you."

"Hey," he shot back. "I don't have room in my life for another woman, you're more than enough to handle."

"I'll take that as a compliment. So are you going to take me on this date or what?" She whined, childishly.

"Well, when you put it like that, love, how can I resist," he said sarcastically. "How about Friday night, say 10pm?"

"This is a date, not a booty call, Mikaelson," she rolled her eyes. "Pick me up at 7."

"Why can't I just meet you there," he grumbled.

"Because, my little grasshopper, believe it or not that is considered basic dating protocol."

"Well I think someone needs to rewrite the rules," he muttered. "Fine, 7 it is."

"This is certainly going to be interesting."

"I recognise that knowing smirk, Forbes. You don't think I can take you on a good date, do you?"

"Well…"

"I'll have you know, there is a romantic guy buried underneath this perfectly chiseled body."

"He must be extremely well-hidden under that, uh, body of yours," she coughed, trying not to laugh at his usual lack of modesty.

"Hey, you'll be begging for this body by the end of our date," he promised.

"I'm sure," she groaned. "I really can't wait."

"I'll take that as a challenge. Get ready for the best date of your life, you won't know what hit you, love."

Friday 26 February 2016 - 7:19pm

Klaus walked towards the familiar house he'd spent hours visiting over the years. Whether it was watching bad chick flicks while Caroline was sick, or eating large amounts of Ben and Jerrys when she was heartbroken over her woeful love life, they'd been through a lot together the past six years. He could remember the first time he met Caroline like it was yesterday.

Friday 26 February 2010 – 5:59pm

It was a usual Friday night; Klaus had ended up with some co-workers at the newest bar in town called Public. He'd been sitting at the bar drinking his scotch and checking out the talent. He was trying to decide between the red head with the long legs or the brunette with the great ass.

It was only then he heard what sounded like a slightly distressed female voice. He looked over and noticed a gorgeous blonde being hassled by an overly desperate and inebriated guy, almost twice her age.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested," she was saying and Klaus could tell by her voice it wasn't the first time she'd told him that.

He continued to persist, his hands finding their way towards her waist. Klaus didn't know what compelled him to act in that moment, all he knew was that he hated guys who couldn't take no for an answer.

"What do you think you're doing, mate?" He asked, approaching the couple. Her eyes met his and he could see them clouded in confusion at his sudden intrusion.

"We're having a private conversation, it's none of your business, mate." He mimicked.

"Well, you see that's where you're wrong," he snarled. "Take your hands off my girlfriend."

"She's your girlfriend?" He asked, looking between the two. Caroline's look of confusion seemed to have been replaced by shock at his admission.

"That's what I said, so you'd better back away, otherwise I'll kick your ass," he promised. "Now go away, the lady isn't interested."

"Well, she certainly doesn't look like she knows you," he baulked, stubbornly. Did this guy have a death wish, or was he just really stupid?

"She knows me intimately, don't you love?" He stared into her eyes willing her to go along with his story. She seemed to be weighing up her options. Klaus figured she should be thankful he was even doing this for her.

"Of course I know my boyfriend," she replied rolling her eyes and moving well away from the idiot. "You're late, honey."

"I got caught in traffic, sweetheart," he explained, taking advantage of their close contact to loop his arms around her neck. They were pretending to be a couple, after all.

It was from this close distance, Klaus realised just how blue her eyes were and just how flawless her creamy complexion was. Her perfect pink lips were just an added bonus. Without thinking he leaned forward and captured her mouth with his. Klaus didn't think he'd ever felt something so devastatingly innocent in his life.

Before he knew it, his tongue was running along those pert lips and dipping into her warmth, all reason flying out the window her kisses felt that good. Klaus heard her moan against his lips and he knew she was enjoying the moment just as much as him.

Just as he was beginning to lose himself in her kiss, she abruptly pulled away. Klaus felt immediately cold without her lips on his. He looked around, realizing in all the excitement her creepy stalker had obviously given up and skulked away.

His gaze returned to her and Klaus noticed her eyes narrowing in his direction. She caught him off guard, slapping him across the cheek; Klaus was fairly certain it was going to leave a hand print by the stinging sensation it had caused.

"Ouch, what did you do that for?"

"Me? What kind of a creep are you?"

"I was only trying to save you."

"Save me?" She spluttered. "I was doing fine all on my own, buddy."

"Yes, because you seemed like it," he argued. "I did you a favour by scaring away that idiot, you should be thanking me."

"Thanking you?" She inhaled sharply, and Klaus realised a lecture was coming his way, whether he liked it or not. "For what exactly? Thinking I'm a defenceless, weak woman who needs saving? Or how about for interfering in my life and into conversations that aren't your concern? Or using that as a poor excuse to lay your dirty paws on me?"

"I seem to recall you liking my dirty paws all over you," he grinned, knowingly.

"Well, you're mistaken," she growled, Klaus thought the blush across her cheeks was saying something completely different.

"Okay, I may have slightly overstepped my boundaries," he admitted, albeit reluctantly.

"You may have?"

"Okay fine, I did."

"Well at least you're finally admitting you're wrong."

"I don't recall admitting that, love," he smirked. There was something so refreshing about her attitude that intrigued him. Most girls would fall in a mushy puddle at his feet but she was different. "Although I will buy you a drink considering it's the least I can do for pawing you."

"You are unbelievable. Do you really think those pathetic lines work on women? You must think we're all stupid."

"Well, how about you educate me then over a drink?"

"And the lines keep coming, I think you're too far gone to be saved."

"Well then, if I'm such a lost cause, the least you can do is have one drink with me."

"You never give up! Okay, but only because I feel sorry for you. And just so you know, I'm too smart to be seduced by you."

Klaus had to chuckle thinking back to that last line. It turned out she was too smart to be seduced by him. Klaus couldn't deny the spark was there but over the years he'd come to appreciate her friendship and given his poor commitment skills, Klaus knew he loved her far too much to put her through that.

Friday 26 February 2016 - 7:23pm

Klaus knocked on the door loudly, hoping she wasn't going to take forever to get ready like most women. He heard footsteps on approach and the door flew open, the familiar brunette on the other side. She took her time working her way up his outfit, no doubt thinking about what she could criticise, this was Katherine Pierce after all.

Klaus met her soon after Caroline and although they fought like siblings, mainly over Caroline's time, they had a silent understanding and even enjoyed each other's company every now and again. It didn't hurt that she was dating his brother Elijah, and Klaus liked to remind her that she should be eternally grateful to him for giving her a love life.

"Jeans?"

"Yes Katherine, that's generally what blue denim pants are called," he shot back.

"This is a first date Klaus," she hissed. "I hope the rest of the evening isn't going to be as bad as your poor outfit choice."

"Gee, tell me what you really think," he drawled. "This isn't a real date you know."

"I heard that," Caroline called out from down the hallway. "You really should be nicer given you're twenty-five minutes late, Mikaelson."

As she walked closer, Klaus felt his breath hitch in his throat. Unfortunately she had this effect on him all the time but he always managed to push those pesky feelings aside and eventually calm the desire that coursed through his veins when she was nearby. He'd be lying if the thought of kissing her again didn't occur to him all the time. Although Klaus knew things between them were much better platonic because he couldn't give her what she deserved.

She was wearing a fitted black dress that hugged each and every curve, her blonde waves cascading down her back in waves, just the way he liked it. Suddenly he felt a little bad about his casual attire, but it suited his plan after all.

"So where will you be taking Caroline this evening?" Katherine enquired.

"Caroline, what is with your attack dog?" He complained, gesturing towards Katherine.

"Well, I needed someone to play my mother; this is supposed to be a first date. I thought Katherine was a good substitute."

"Figures."

"Oi, what is that supposed to mean?"

"You certainly have that interfering motherly nature down."

"Is this really the way you would speak to a girl's mother? A girl, I might add, that you want to take on a date."

"Caroline!" He whined. "For the last time, this isn't a real date."

"If you say that one more time, I won't go out with you, Klaus."

"Well, that certainly wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

"You really need to improve your attitude, young man," Katherine chided, pointing her finger at him accusingly.

"Hey, my attitude is fine," Klaus argued. "I even brought you flowers." Klaus said revealing the bunch of roses that were hidden behind his back.

"What's with the dirt?" Katherine asked, peering at the stems closely.

"I don't know what you mean," he pretended, subtly trying to shake it off without luck.

"You picked them from our neighbour's garden," Caroline said, the realisation washing over her face. "Klaus, that's stealing."

"I did not."

"You are the worst liar," she groaned. "Katherine, can you put these in a vase, I don't want Louise to see that my idiot of a date stole her prized roses."

"Fine, but you better get her home on time," she warned, making Caroline and Klaus look at her curiously. "Curfew is midnight."

Before either of them could comment, she'd shut the door in their faces.

"I pity her future children," Klaus muttered. "She'd be one scary mother."

xxxxxxxxx

"What is this?" Caroline asked, as they approached.

"Well love, this is what they call a movie theatre," he explained slowly for her benefit. "Believe it or not, they show movies here."

"Thanks for the explanation," she muttered, sarcastically. "You're really taking me to a movie?"

"That new Bruce Willis film started yesterday."

"So, not only are you taking me to a movie, you are taking me to an action movie?"

"The previews look fantastic," he enthused, earning a dirty look from his blonde companion. "Oh come on, this is what people do on dates, trust me I asked around."

"Oh, so when you were doing all of this research, you didn't think that maybe a different genre might have received a better reaction? You know like a romantic comedy, for example?"

"Why would I want to sit through that rubbish," he replied, scrunching up his nose for extra effect. "Anyway, you already make me watch far too many of those."

"As much as I'm sure Bruce Willis will blow up all the bad guys and save the earth from complete destruction, how about we just move on to the next part of the date."

"The next part?"

"Well, excuse me for thinking you had a plan."

"Well, I just figured we could grab a slice of pizza next door."

"A slice of pizza?" She asked in disbelief, waving her arms around erratically. "What are we thirteen years old? No wonder you've never had a relationship, you don't have the maturity to handle one."

"I resent that," he scoffed. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

"Well, if it's this, then I'm not impressed."

"Clearly," he shot back. "What do you want from me, Caroline?"

"I want you to be my friend, Klaus," she murmured. "I want you to tell me that everything is going to be okay and that I'm not going to end up alone with only my one hundred cats for company."

"I promise," he softened, pulling her into his arms comfortingly, knowing he'd probably gone a bit too far. "It will only be fifty cats, tops."

"You're not funny," she mumbled into his chest.

"Oh, come on, I'm a little bit funny," he grinned, relishing the feeling of her body against his. "Okay, I'll be honest; I was playing a trick on you."

"What does that mean," she asked wearingly, pulling backwards and eyeing him suspiciously.

"I have a real date planned, I just thought I'd have a bit of fun with you first."

"Well, that's charming."

"You started it."

"What exactly did I start?" Caroline asked, her hands firmly on her hips.

"Why did you want to go out tonight?"

"I told you, it was supposed to be a practice run for future dates."

"So, it had nothing to do with the day or the date?" He asked, cocking his left eyebrow.

"No."

"Why don't I believe you?"

"I don't know," she muttered, her gaze now firmly downward.

"I have to say the practice date excuse was pretty flimsy," he said. "I'm not an idiot, I know we met six years ago today, which also happened to be on a Friday."

"Since when do you remember anniversaries?"

"I remember a lot more than you think, love," he smiled, placing his finger under her chin and pulling it upwards so she had no choice but to gaze into his eyes. "If you wanted to celebrate meeting the best man in your life, all you needed to do was ask."

"Ignoring your modesty," she drawled. "I didn't think it would be your thing."

"What do you mean?"

"I thought you'd think it was lame that I wanted to celebrate this kind of thing," she explained.

"Well, believe it or not, I actually thought it was kind of cute," he said, touching her nose affectionately. "Although, I'd like to avoid that slap from our first meeting, I think I still have the mark."

"You deserved it, although I suppose being friends has had its benefits over the years."

"Oh you mean shamelessly using me when someone you don't like tries to hit on you?"

"Oh like you can talk, if a girl becomes too clingy, I'm your first port of call."

"That's why we work so well," he smiled. "You're the best fake girlfriend I could ever ask for."

"So, I'm curious. What is this actual date you have planned?"

"Follow me, love," he said looping his arm through hers.

Xxxxxx

"Okay, so this might have been an okay date," she admitted, as they walked along the darkened beach, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore in the background.

Klaus had taken Caroline to the very bar they'd first met (without the slap), followed by dinner at her favourite seafood restaurant that he'd taken her to so they could celebrate her college graduation. The beach also held great memories, given they spent the majority of their Summer there, considering they both loved the water.

"Oh come on admit it, you had a great time."

"Okay fine, I had a great time," she smiled. "You're not too bad at this date thing, maybe one day some lucky girl will get to experience your talents."

"What if I don't want another girl?" He murmured, his nerves building. For some reason he couldn't deny his attraction to her anymore, even if it could ruin their friendship. Klaus needed to know if she felt the same way. As much as he'd tried to deny it, Klaus was in love with Caroline and had been ever since he met her six years ago.

"What do you mean?' She asked.

"What if I only want you."

"What are you saying?" She asked, her voice barely audible over the waves.

"I love you Caroline, I always have."

"You love me?" She gasped, stopping in her tracks obviously processing his declaration.

"I'm probably making the biggest idiot out of myself right now, but you're the only girl I want to be with, Caroline." He murmured, tenderly removing a stray piece of hair out of her eyes. "I want to celebrate anniversaries like this with you all the time, I want to wake up next to you every morning and I want to be the one to make you happy. I know my track record is a little sketchy, but..."

Before he could continue Caroline silenced him with a sweet kiss. Memories of their first encounter flashed through his mind and he leaned in greedily pulling her flush against his body, desperate to immerse himself in her forever. After what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart, both panting and Klaus knew the smile she was wearing was exactly the same as his.

"Any chance you'd like to go out with me again, love?'

"I think that could be arranged," she grinned, pulling him towards her so they could continue what they started.