This was supposed to be my all human Klaroline AU week drabble but I'm going to do something shorter next week instead because this one took on a life of its own so I decided to post this part now. Would be interested to know if you guys would like a second part though? So here goes...

Rebekah is on Tinder and Klaus finds himself curiously trawling through her account coming across a beautiful face that has been haunting his dreams. He realises he just has to meet her. The only problem? Caroline has no idea she's even on Tinder.

I Knew I Loved You

"I knew I loved you before I met you

"I think I dreamed you into life"

Mikaelson Residence

"Kol!" Rebekah shrieked, making Klaus hold his ears in fright. Pretty soon the neighbourhood dogs would be howling it was that high pitched. "Give me back my phone!"

"What if I don't want to?" He teased, holding it above her head and watching gleefully as she jumped attempting to reach it.

"Niklaus, tell your brother to stop being his usual immature self and give back my property," she begged, looking at her brother pleadingly. Klaus begrudgingly placed down his palette smeared in a rainbow of colours and turned away from yet another painting.

"For the love of God Kol, just give Rebekah back her damn phone before we all go completely deaf."

"Don't you want to see her Tinder account though?"

"Her what?"

"Yes, our baby sister has an account on Tinder," Kol confirmed. "You know that place where guys and girls hook up for…"

"I don't think I want to know," Klaus growled, protectively. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but why are you on Tinder, little sister?"

"It's not like that," Rebekah spluttered, her face turning a few shades redder. "You should try meeting normal guys around here. They're either married, gay or completely abnormal so the dating pool is pretty slim."

"Well I'm not normally in the practice of picking up men in the general Atlanta area." Klaus quipped, earning a dirty look from his sister.

"Oh, so you're telling me that in all your time on this app that you haven't just noticed a guy close by and met up to…" Kol trailed off, choosing not to elaborate.

"Maybe," she shrugged her shoulders. "I do have needs, you know."

"Urgh," they both groaned in response.

"Now I wish I had gone deaf," Klaus winced.

"Yeah Rebekah, I was just about to have breakfast and now you've gone and ruined that idea."

"Says the guy who pointedly asked me about my sex life?"

"I didn't expect that response given most males wouldn't be able to put up with your needy and whiny personality for that long," he muttered. "That doesn't change the fact you're never going to find the one on Tinder and live happily ever after, Rebekah."

"You seem to know a lot about Tinder little brother?" Klaus asked, curiously.

"I did some research a while back," he admitted. "Turns out I don't need an app to pick up women, I'm just that amazing."

"With that modesty I'm surprised," Rebekah drawled. "Look, this is none of your business just give me back my phone."

"Kol." Klaus ordered, having to stand in and settle yet another fight between his younger siblings. He never understood why he chose to live with them given their childish behaviour, but you couldn't choose your family. "No matter how Rebekah chooses to live her life, just give back her phone." Kol handed it over slowly, obviously unimpressed his fun had been ruined.

"You'll regret that Niklaus, do you know how many hot women are on Tinder. Who knows maybe you might even get laid."

"I'm perfectly capable of finding my own mates, thank you," he replied, tersely.

"Yes, because there have been so many since Tatia," Kol mumbled. Klaus tensed at the sound of her name. They had been high school sweethearts and call him crazy but Klaus thought they'd get married. The night she cheated on him with his ex best friend Stefan had shattered that dream once and for all.

"I hate to admit when Kol is right but you have been weirdly celibate for a very long time," Rebekah observed. "All you do is paint and brood these days."

"Excuse me? I do not brood."

"If there was an award for brooding you'd win hands down, brother," Kol added. "As for the painting, I see you're working on yet another picture of your mystery blonde angel." He gestured towards the beginnings of his sketch, the flowing golden waves a dead giveaway.

After Tatia, Klaus had withdrawn from the dating world. If he was being honest he was afraid of getting hurt again and preferred his own company. It wasn't that he was still in love with Tatia, Klaus knew he'd moved on.

It was one night a few months back he had a dream that seemed so real it woke him abruptly. He searched the dark room madly hoping to find the beautiful blonde whose head had been resting in the crook of his neck while he lazily stroked her lower back.

It was a sunny day and they were walking along the Seine. She wore a flowing white dress that was billowing slightly in the breeze and her long hair was tickling his shoulder while her perfume filled his nostrils, a heady mixture of jasmine and roses. Klaus swore he could still smell her, even though he was all alone.

He jumped out of bed, determined to capture her face so that it could be emblazoned on his brain forever. One painting had turned into multiple and his family were beginning to think he was losing his mind. Maybe he was, but Klaus couldn't let go of her if he tried. Night after night she'd appear and the following day he'd recreate the scene with his paint brush.

"I told you to leave that alone, Kol," Klaus seethed, his threatening glance enough for Kol to retreat.

"Fine. If you two aren't going to provide any entertainment, I'll find it elsewhere."

"I pity whomever has the pleasure of his company," Rebekah drawled. "Thank you Niklaus." Klaus nodded by way of response and turned back to his painting.

"Don't listen to Kol," Rebekah said, walking up behind him. "I think it's kind of romantic."

"It's not romantic," he bit out.

"Whatever you say," Rebekah murmured, as the door bell rang out loudly through the house. "I'll get that." She left the room, Klaus noticing her phone lying on the table. For some reason he felt a strange gravitational pull towards it. It wouldn't hurt to have a peek, after all.

He accessed the app, and watched as a myriad of profiles and pictures filled the screen. One thing he wasn't interested in was Chaz and his inflated biceps. He switched to women and scrolled through the photos noting just how much cleavage was on display. Why did people like this again?

He was just about to shut it down before a familiar face stared back at him. It couldn't be? He looked closer, increasing the size for added clarity. It was his mystery woman, there was no doubting that. He recognised how her blue eyes danced when she smiled.

"Niklaus, Elijah's here to kill our buzz," Kol called out from the hallway. He didn't want to get caught out and quickly attempted to close the app swiping the screen to the right in the process.

"I'm coming!" He yelled, placing the phone on the table, knowing this wasn't over. He had to know who his mystery girl was.

Meanwhile at the Forbes/Bennett/Pierce Apartment

"Oooh, kinky," Katherine chuckled whilst consulting her phone screen.

"Are you sexting that guy again?" Caroline asked, rolling her eyes for added effect, and flopping down on the seat next to her.

"No," Katherine replied, hiding her phone defensively. "Hold on, which guy are you talking about?"

"The old, rich one."

"I would prefer that you refer to him as mature not old, Caroline."

"When are you going to stop shopping for men on an app and meet a guy like a normal human being."

"When guys begin to act like normal human beings," she scoffed. "With Tinder at least you know exactly what you're getting."

"Yeah an old guy whose interests include walks on the beach and romantic, candlelight dinners," Bonnie joked, joining them at the table. "I think he confused Tinder with Sugar Daddy."

"I thought it was sweet," Katherine argued. "Until he decided to try and woo me when all I wanted was some fun.

"You're such a romantic," Caroline joked. "And here I was thinking that romance was well and truly dead."

"Says the girl who is rightfully cynical because her ex-boyfriend treated her like dirt," Bonnie commented. "Yes, Tyler was an ass but that doesn't mean there aren't other guys out there."

"Yes, on Tinder," Katherine reiterated. "Trust me, all you need is to meet someone and Tyler will be long forgotten, it's time you got out there again, Forbes. You're even making nuns look bad."

"As much as I appreciate the sentiment Kat, Tinder just isn't right for me," she explained for her friend's benefit.

Tyler had indeed treated her like dirt and Caroline had been too blind and stupid to notice it at first. His friends were a permanent fixture in his life and Caroline always ended up second place but for some strange reason she persevered. That was until he forgot their second anniversary and went to the baseball with them instead of celebrating with her. Needless to say it was the last anniversary they ever had.

She felt stuck, not quite sure how to mend her pathetic love life. One thing for sure Tinder wasn't the answer. Caroline was a relationships girl not the one-night-stand type.

"As much as I'm enjoying this conversation, I have to get to work," she sighed, standing up and walking towards her room purposefully.

"Seriously what are you looking at," Bonnie asked, stealing her phone away and consulting the screen. "I didn't know you had a thing for girls? Rebekah Mikaelson hey? I have to say she is pretty cute."

"I don't," she shot back. "She's the one that is interested."

"Maybe you should go for it, you could do much worse, roomie," Bonnie joked.

"She isn't interested in me, as such," Katherine stumbled momentarily.

"What does that mean exactly, Pierce?" Bonnie asked noticing her face flush. "I'd know that look anywhere. What are you up to now?"

"I may have, kind of, put Caroline on Tinder," she stammered, refusing to meet Bonnie's gaze.

"You did what?"

"I thought it might help her meet people, you know get over that idiot Tyler."

"I suppose the sentiment was right but without her consent," she hissed. "That is not cool, Kat."

"Yes, but you should see all the interest she's getting. I've purposely held off until I could find the right guy and then I'll break the news."

"She doesn't want a fling, Kat."

"I know and that's why I've been vetting these guys until I find someone who is looking for the same thing," she explained. "This Rebekah is definitely my front runner so far."

"Be serious," Bonnie warned. "Do you know how upset she is going to be when she finds out?"

"Not if I find her perfect match," she argued. "Look please don't tell her, well not yet anyway."

"Do you think I want to be implicated in this mess? Don't come to me crying when it all falls apart. Hang on, you didn't put me on there too, did you?"

"No," she replied, deadpan.

"Good to hear, now I have to get ready for work." Katherine watched as she walked away.

"Well, not yet anyway," she murmured.

To be continued?