Post 4x14 AU. I own nothing, and again maybe a little OOC, but whatever.

It's you, it's you, it's all for you

Everything I do

I tell you all the time

Heaven is a place on earth with you

The big night had finally arrived, after nearly a decade of waiting, dreaming, and planning. Prom night. Caroline had been working on making this night as perfect as possible since the beginning on senior year and now it didn't mean anything anymore. Not to her as the announcement from the principal floated over the sound system.

"And this year's 2013 Prom Queen is Elena Gilbert!"

Caroline watched as her best friend made her way through the roaring crowd to accept her shiny crown of plastic and jewels. The piece of plastic that Caroline had been coveting all night and now it was Elena's; just like everything else she had ever wanted. She smiled and clapped for her friend, faking her enthusiasm while on the inside she was crushed. She felt the tears start to gather along her lids and steeled herself, trying to hold back her emotions from showing to the rest of the senior class.

"Are you crying, Caroline?" Stefan asked her quietly in her ear. He was good enough to be her escort for the evening, even though both of them were thinking about someone else tonight. After all the drama about the cure being a fluke and Klaus's threat to everyone, there was little to celebrate. Caroline's fantasies of her perfect night were slowly diminishing every second she stayed at the Mystical Falls Golf Club.

"I'm not crying Stefan, my mascara's too expensive," she retorted in a sassy tone that was close to breaking down. Seeing Elena on top of the stage, waving happily to the crowd with her crown on was Caroline's final limit. Before she really did make a scene, she decided to bow about with as much grace and dignity that she could retain. She made a gesture to Stefan indicating her plan and he nodded before giving her a quick hug.

She turned around, walking towards the exit of the room when her eyes meet Klaus's across the room for the hundredth time that night. When he had arrived earlier in the evening as Rebekah's escort, she was loaded with conflicting emotions. She was afraid on one hand that he was going to go on a killing spree, making good on his threat to the Gilberts, but he didn't. Both of them had shared a lot of honest emotion in the past week and seeing him standing there looking devastatingly handsome in a black tux was too tempting for Caroline. It reminded her too much of the night of the Mikaelson ball and their first time dancing together.

She broke their eye connection, and moved more hurriedly out of the room. She picked up the bottom of her dress, a stunning crimson red ball gown that had mysteriously appeared in her closet a few days ago, and nearly broke into a run. She had almost made it to the exit when she heard her name called.

"Caroline!" She froze instantly, hearing his silky voice drift through the still air. She debated on continuing to leave when she felt his presence close behind her.

"If you're going to lecture me on trivial human conventions," she began, turning to face him knowing that he was mostly likely going to lecture her about the stupidity of prom and winning fake jewelry.

"I'm not," he said firmly. He was standing merely inches away from her, close enough that she was able to feel the heat radiating from his body. "I just wanted to make sure that you're okay." Her heart sank at the same time her stomach filled with butterflies.

"I'm fine. I'm leaving," she breathed nearly incoherent before turning again, wanting to get out this place before either one of them said something that couldn't be taken back.

"Please, let me take you," he asked, his hand grasping her elbow gently. He was holding her in place, but not forcing her to stay with his grip.

"What about Rebekah?" She asked, turning back to him. Her expression was curious, yet almost hopeful.

"She needs to talk to Stefan, she'll be fine," he assured her. Biting her bottom lip slightly, she nodded. He smiled, covertly relieved at her acquiescence and offered her his hand. She accepted it and allowed him to lead them through the double doors and outside to the warm spring air.

The ride back to the mansion was quiet, but not awkward between them. David Gray played lowly through the sound system of Klaus's white Bentley S2 and it suited the mood they seemed to be sharing. Caroline leaned her head against the window, taking in the night scenery as they zipped past fields and forests. It was a little after midnight when they had finally passed the town line into Mystic Falls.

"Can I take you back to my home, there is something I want to show you," Klaus asked as they drove pass the town square. He looked at her, and she stared back. After Tyler's departure, she felt a certain sense of closure. He hadn't called her and she hadn't noticed for once. Life had to move on, and she couldn't spend any more time stuck in the past as too much had happened.

"Okay," she said quietly, her curiosity peaking at what he wanted to show her. When the pulled into the driveway of his home a few minutes later, Caroline felt her anxiety heighten a little bit. Since the night that Klaus left her on the porch after escaping his confinement in the Gilbert house, they had been at a standstill. One slight lean and they would topple into something magnificent or heartbreaking and Caroline was deathly afraid. He opened the car door and helped her out, her dress and heels hindering her stability on the gravel. He didn't let go of her arm, and she didn't pull away until they were inside his art gallery. He poured them both a glass of champagne she noted, before excusing himself from the room for a moment.

Caroline rose from the chaise longue she had been sitting on, and began to walk around the room, admiring his newly acquired artwork from the last time she had been in this room. It seemed like centuries ago now with everything that had happened. She looked at the Monet on the wall, wondering how and when he had smuggled it out of the Louvre. She had a comical image in her mind of Klaus dressed like an old-fashioned cat burglar, trying to carry the enormous painting out on his back. She had a smile on her lips when he arrived back in the room. She immediately noticed that his hands were behind his back, hiding something from her.

"Close your eyes," he asked politely. She was confused, yet scared of letting down her defenses in front of him. She raised a single eyebrow in a challenging manner. "Please?" He said it with such sincerity that she felt not other choice but to comply. Stealing a breath, she shut her eyes and waited.

"No peaking," he reprimanded teasingly, his voice was sounding significantly closer to her now.

"I'm not," she said indignantly as she felt his hands move to her waist cautiously before walking her across the room slowly. He stopped her suddenly, and then placed something on her.

"Open your eyes," he whispered pleasantly into her ear. It caused her to shiver, despite the warmth in the room from the roaring fireplace. She opened her eyes.

She took in her reflection in the floor length gilded mirror and was breathless at the sight. She was standing, tall and proud with Klaus hovering behind her, his hands still at her waist. What left her breathless was the sparking, jewel-encrusted crown now sitting atop her mass of blonde curls.

"Thought this was more fitting for a real queen," he murmured. His hands fell and grasped hers now, and delicately attaching a diamond bracelet to her, the birthday gift from so long ago.

"Please accept it this time," he asked as his hand left hers. She turned around, wanting to address him and not his reflection. She needed more courage for this, because she was about to wobble.

"We never got to dance at prom," she pointed out quietly, looking at him through new eyes. Eyes that saw how much he would do for her, to make her happy and please her. She knew he was in love with her, and it scared her to think that all his changes were starting to make her fall back.

He nodded slightly in agreement, and moved away from her towards the modern stereo system. With a few clicks, Ed Sheeran's voice drifted into the room. Klaus extended a hand towards her as he came closer, which Caroline accepted. Instead of allowing space in between them like the last time they had danced, she wrapped one arm around his bicep and the other grabbed his hand in hers, their entwined hands resting against his chest. He was just tall enough, even with Caroline's heels to rest his chin against her forehead, effectively cradling her body into his.

"I'm scared," she whispered quietly after a few minutes of their slow swaying. It was low enough that he almost didn't hear her.

"About what, sweetheart?" He asked pulling back slightly to look her in the eyes. His ocean blue's melting into her own.

"Silas rising. Every time the newest bad comes into town, I'm the one who always gets caught in the crossfire," she admitted almost with an embarrassed tone.

"I won't let him hurt you, Caroline," he said with such honest conviction. He removed his one hand from her back and cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin gently.

"Promise?"

The mood in the room shifted. It went from tense, to peaceful, to now incredibly serious.

"I swear." She had never heard him so sincere and caring.

Caroline rested her head against his chest again and breathed deeply, trying to rid her thoughts of the unforeseeable days to come. She breathed deeply, knowing that everything was about to change.

"Can we keep dancing?" She whispered.

"Until the end of time, darling."

She smiled serenely. Maybe instead of dancing around each other, they were now ready to dance together as one.

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