Inspired by the song "Fine By Me" by Andy Grammer. I know it's a little past Halloween, but I couldn't help it. I can't wait for tonight's episode! Read and Review xoxo

Although it had been Halloween night, the best night for a party all year, Caroline was once again alone. Bonnie, Damon, and Elena were at Whitmore College having a great time and learning to feed, while Stefan was probably brooding in a dark corner somewhere pining over the loss of Elena for the night. Abandoned with nothing but a few bags of candy and popcorn, Caroline made herself at home watching the Halloween movie marathon on TV and answering the door to the neighborhood tricker-treaters. Her mom was once again out patrolling and would most likely be gone for the night. Again. As the hour was getting closer towards eleven, and the last tricker-treater had been almost a half hour ago, she decided to call it a night. It had hardly been a night to remember and she was feeling almost sick from the amount of Skittles she had rapidly consumed. Gathering the bowl of now cold popcorn and bringing it to the kitchen, Caroline was surprised when the doorbell rang. She glanced at the illuminated clock on the microwave. It displayed 10:55 PM, much to late for kids to still be roaming the streets, especially now with the threat of some new evil approaching.

Moving towards the door, bowl of candy in hand, she opened the door and was about to proclaim her tired line of "Happy Halloween" when the figure on her porch caused the words to die on her lips.

"Trick or treat, sweetheart," his cool accented voice rang out in the cold night.

"Well this is certainly not a treat," she shot back and moved to close the door. It stopped before she could close it as he had stuck his booted foot in the doorjamb.

"Seriously, Klaus?" She groaned, more annoyed than angry. "I don't have the energy to fight you tonight."

"Then don't, love. Give in, just for tonight," he replied with a smile that was bordering on a smirk.

She sighed and opened the door more allowing him to enter, knowing she wouldn't be able to keep him out anyway. She turned and moved back to the small living room, feeling his presence following close behind her. She dropped the candy bowl on the coffee table and curled up back on the small couch. Instead of taking the lounge seat across from her, Klaus sat next to her. Too close that she could feel the heat from his body, and it was maddening. Caroline huffed with annoyance, but she was glad for the company even if it was him. Anyone was better than being alone tonight. After she caught Tyler cheating on her last week, she had been trying to avoid anything and everything to do with the lying bastard and that included visits from his sire.

Caroline huffed aloud and quickly sat up and moved towards the kitchen.

"Where are you going, love?" Klaus called amusedly from the couch watching her as she started to rummage through her cabinets searching for something.

"Getting alcohol," she responded, "God knows I'm going to need it," she muttered under her breath, not caring if Klaus could hear her with his stupid hybrid ears.

She walked back into the living room with a handle of Captain Morgan and two filled tumblers. Handing one to Klaus she tossed hers back in a few gulps and settled back down on the couch, this time stretching her legs across his lap. She knew she was encouraging him, but after Tyler's indiscretion she didn't care he was supposed to be the "bad" guy. He had done more for her than Tyler ever had, and he was the one who loved her, but apparently that still wasn't enough. She pulled the dark knitted afghan blanket off of the floor and pulled it over her and him giving them more warmth even though it was unnecessary.

"Have you ever seen "Hocus Pocus?" Caroline asked Klaus, turning her head to face him. He gave her a puzzled look, but his eyes shown warmth that she had seen on rare occasions.

"No, sweetheart," he said sweetly with a smile, and Caroline hated herself for noticing how his dimples made him look innocent and charming.

"Good because that's what we're watching."

She smiled back in spite of herself at him. "It must be the rum," she thought.

Together they watched the film and even made small talk between the numerous commercials. Klaus was sharing a story about the first time he and his siblings went to Transylvania as humorous vacation when Caroline's phone lit up on the coffee table, startling both of them out of their private little bubble. When Taylor Swift starting to sing, "We are never ever ever getting back together" Caroline grumbled and swiftly hit the ignore key. Ever since she had caught him, Caroline had been dodging Tyler's constant phone calls. The smile she had been wearing thirty seconds ago had dissolved into a pained frown; she feared he would stop by the house and would cause her even more pain.

"Interesting ringtone, love," Klaus commented after a few minutes of loaded silence.

"I hate him," she whispered, pulling her legs of off Klaus's lap and moving to get up to remove the now half empty liquor bottle and glasses from the table. She no longer had any interest in finishing the movie. He had ruined her mood and she hated him even more for still having that power over her.

Klaus who had been gently stroking her legs while they talked grudgingly let her move, but the rage inside him was yearning to go to the Lockwood mansion and beat the stupidity out of Tyler. But in reality he should be thanking the boy as he finally had Caroline exactly where he wanted her, alone and unattached to his hybrid. But the pain in her voice tore at him; he understood the pain of betrayal.

Caroline was shuffling around in the kitchen, putting the random kitchen utensils back and even loading the dishwasher. She had to keep her hands busy or she would breakdown. And she couldn't do that, not now, and especially not in front of him. She knew if he did he would look at her the way everyone else had been this week, with pity. She had to be strong, but even she had her limits. She was hunched over the kitchen sink as Klaus entered the room. She didn't have to turn to know that he was hovering behind her.

"Why am I never good enough?" She asked in the smallest voice as she turned to face him, the tears gently streaming down her face.

Klaus brought his hands up to her face and with his thumbs he gently brushed away her tears. Moving one hand to her waist, he gently pulled her into him and without pulling away or scoffing at him, she let him wrap his arms around her. As Caroline rested her head against his chest she couldn't help but feel better, safer, and more protected than she had ever felt with Tyler. It felt right, and that thought scared her more than anything.

"You smell good," she mumbled after a few minutes against his soft black Henley.

Klaus laughed gruffly, gently stroking her soft blonde hair. He reveled in their closeness, in her trusting him to hold her close, to not hurt her. It brought him back to the day he had rescued her from Alaric. The instant panic she had when he wrapped her in his arms, and the relief he felt in her body when he spoke in her ear assuring her that she was safe.

Forgetting about the rest of the mess in the living room, Klaus gently began to sway them. As Caroline moved with him he began to twist, dip, and turn her. Even without music they moved together in rhythm and in sync of one another. Grabbing her wrist as he spun her out, Klaus decided to test her newfound comfort with him.

"Ever tried swing dancing, daring?" he asked with a mischievous look in his eye.

"No," she replied a little uncertain of what he was about to do.

"Trust me?" He asked gazing at her. Her beauty once again stunned him, despite the evidence of dried tears on her face.

She nodded and just as quickly her spun her back into his body and with one arm flipped her over. She landed back on her feet, a huge grin on her face. She laughed merrily as their danced evolved into the Charleston and then finally transformed to a slower waltz.

"You truly are a magnificent dancer, Caroline," Klaus said as she rested her head against his broad chest. She wished she could hear it beat, to feel it race against her skin.

"Thank you," she said sleepily.

He chuckled, and without warning swept her into his arms and flashed them into her bedroom. Laying her on her bed, she complied without complaint as he pulled the covers over her. He sat next to her and slowly leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on her temple.

"Thank you for your company, love." He murmured as his hand brushed against her hair, moving her fallen bangs back behind her ear.

"Good night sweet Caroline."

"Good night, Klaus," she said yawning, her eyelids starting to flutter shut against her willpower.

He vanished as soon as her eyes closed and no longer fighting sleep, she succumbed to her dreams. For once instead of torture flashbacks, they involved flashing lights and strong hands moving with her body to a steady beat.

As Caroline woke the next morning she couldn't recall if the events of last night were nothing more than a figment of her candy fueled imagination as she entered the living room. It was clean and tidy, not even a pillow was about of place and the same with the kitchen. As Caroline moved back into her room, sipping from a blood bag, the evidence that her night with Klaus was not a dream laid on her pillow. It was another drawing. It sketched her figure slow dancing, her head resting against a male chest. Her face was serene, content, pleased even. At the bottom his script declared, "Until the next dance, Klaus."

Smiling broadly, Caroline grabbed her antique music box and gently placed the drawing inside it on top of the one from the Mikaelson ball. She knew this wasn't their last dance.