"Kol is the uncle to the kids she's caring for. He thinks she'll be a typical nanny cliché, but he gets a surprise when he meets her." –Guest

"Could you do one based on the song "Don't wanna dance alone" by fifth harmony?" –Guest

Sequel to 'baby, we're the new romantics'. Last part of the Hopscotch and Cool universe.

Four more to go.

Kol was getting it right this time. He'd triple checked and then checked once more for good luck if there was a matter that Rebekah had to get to and would require him to babysit Hope. There was one but Kol had called Marcel and called on a very old You-Owe-Me-For-That-One-Time so while Klaus' adoptive son was off doing damage control, Rebekah was free to take care of Hope. The little sprite's parents were off sulking at each other and would not be a bother and Kol had just finished with some last minute details for his date with Miss Car-o-line.

The doorbell rings exactly at seven o'clock and he nearly trips over an end table in his haste to make it to the door, purely Original agility kept him from making a mess. He checks his reflection real quick on a mirror before taking a deep breath to calm his nerves and open the front door. He exhaled on a cough when he sees Car-o-line in a black little number that he will never forget as long as he lived. Whatever deity was up there, Kol Mikaelson owed you one.

Her smile was extra wide and her lips a deep pink color. He was aware he was staring but she didn't seem to mind, heck, she seemed to enjoy it. And sashayed closer to him to smile all prettily at him. Temptress.

"Kol," She battered her long lashes. "Are we just going to stand here all night?"

He finally snapped out of it and cleared his throat, trying to regain his usual composure.

"No…not at all." He offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

He led them through the long hallway of the house, its usual occupants carefully arranged to be away for the night and to the back of the house where the garden was transformed into a small paradise. Fairy lights twinkled, looped around trees and bushes, with paper lanterns providing more light. A small table and two chairs with their dinner for the evening waiting for them. The only sound were the crickets chirping in the background.

Caroline's breath hitched. "Oh, Kol…"

He quickly tried to explain. "Well, I had a bigger plan for our last date but grand schemes seem to go against me so I opted for something simpler-"

She kissed him, ending his rant and he melted into her, the sweetness of her lip gloss and her scent lulling him to calmness. His nerves calmed themselves with just her touch and he sighed as they parted. He kept his eyes closed, resting his forehead on hers. Her fingers were at his collar, lightly caressing the silk of his shirt.

"You're not disappointed?" He asked.

"Not at all," She giggled softly. "I'm delighted."

He opened his eyes and saw the pure joy in her blue-green ocean eyes. And understood what she was saying. No one had ever done something like this before. Those ruffians she dated were useless scum. With a stronger resolve, he vowed to put all those idiots to shame and make this date truly wonderful for Car-o-line.

He took her hands off his shirt and kissed her knuckles. Her breath hitched again when his breath warmed her skin. "Oh, honey…."

"What's for dinner?" She asked, quietly, slower than how she talked with such animation.

He smiled at her, feeling such tenderness, it couldn't be possible for someone like him. He still held her hands in his and he maneuvered her so his hand was at her waist while his other still held her hand. "Dance with me first?"

She bowed her head as if she was trying to hide her smile, it threatened to split her face from how wide and bright it was. "You're ruining me."

"How?"

"It feels like I'm in a fairy tale," She giggled softly and finally looked up at him. "I feel like Cinderella at the ball."

"Well, you don't have a curfew and those heels you're wearing are not made of glass," He replied with a head shake. "And I'm not Prince Charming."

"Close enough," She shrugged. "I would make a terrible Cinderella."

"Glad to know we're in agreement," The hand on her waist caressed the skin of her dress lightly. "This isn't a fairy tale. We're real."

She sighed, relieved. "Cool."

"Literally," He heard Sinatra begin to play in the background like clockwork. "Now, shall we dance, Car-o-line?"

"We shall," She giggled as he began to move them in an effortless and graceful waltz.