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Klaroline Fan Club Favorites - Week 9
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Do you know when BATB will be premiering in LA?
March 17th it says in the trailer for the movie.
KC + "Let's get married." "No, you're drunk right now you're not thinking straight."
Sin City. The City of Lights. The entertainment capital of the world. There were a hell of a lot of different names for Las Vegas. She’d never been.
It had been Kol’s idea, and that should have set off alarm bells straight away, because Kol’s ideas tended to do more harm than good nine times out of ten. And they never did bode well for her, no matter how much she resisted getting mixed up in his crazy schemes.
It had started when they were waiting at the airport for her flight. One perky, slightly neurotic blonde with a penchant for to do lists a mile long? Check. One charming, gorgeous, British accented older brother of Kol’s? Check and check. But of course, Kol Mikaelson was absolutely nowhere to be seen.
Her phone buzzes in her hand just as they call final boarding for their flight.
“Where are you?” She hisses down the line, in a tone so venomous that even Klaus looks up, shooting her an amused look. “The plane is about to board and you are most definitely not here.”
“i’m not going to make it in time. Now don’t murder me, Ill be out to Nevada as soon as I can. But there was an emergency at work, and surely you can handle an evening in the company of my slightly less good looking, but undoubtedly charming older brother?” Kol remarks knowingly in a somewhat infuriating tone.
Kol knew very well about her embarrassing crush on Klaus, his obscenely gorgeous older brother. While Klaus remained seemingly oblivious to her high school behaviour, what seemed like everyone else around her wondered when she was going to man up and do something about it dammit.
“I am still murdering you. Keep me updated on your progress. I’ve got to go, they’re calling for final boarding.” She replies almost absentmindedly as Klaus hands her her carry on bag and her boarding pass.
Kol drops the call and suddenly she’s left alone with Klaus.
“Your brother is delayed. Emergency with work or something along those lines.”
Klaus just shrugs, steering her towards the queue of people waiting to board the plane.
“It’s alright love. Not much we can do about it now. Let’s head out there so we don’t lose the hotel reservation.”
10 Hours Later
She’s just finished tapping out a message for Kol, the club lights flashing around her and the baseline reverberating down to her bones when a drink slides into her line of vision. It’s neon blue and possibly stacked with every kind of alcohol under the sun.
“Drink. You look far too serious right now.” Klaus yells over the music as she sends the message and slides her phone into the bodice of her dress.
“I do not look too serious!” She yells back in reply, taking the drink from his grasp and sipping at it. The overwhelming taste of vodka and god only knows what else swims through her taste buds, and she almost splutters at the taste before the fruit in the drink washes away the vodka.
“It’s nice right?” Klaus leans in closer, elbows on the table she’d sequestered herself to in the corner of the bar. “Relax love. Kol will get here when he gets here, and not a moment sooner.”
She rolls her shoulders and takes a larger sip of her drink. Klaus’ smile widens.
“That’s the spirit love! Now let me show you why they call Las Vegas the City of Sin.” Klaus practically purrs into her ear.
So she takes his hand and she lets him.
Two hours later, Klaus is well and truly drunk, and they’re staggering along The Strip in an effort to get back to their suite in one piece. Kol the little shit, is apparently some sort of Vegas high roller, and as long as he has a flutter at the tables he gets comped the room for the weekend or however long he chooses to stay.
Meaning that they’re currently staying in the Penthouse of the Miraggio, free of charge.
“Klaus, no this way please.” She scolds him a little impatiently.
Out of the two of them at this point in time she’s probably the more level headed, but her vision is still swimming every now and then, the bright lights of the Strip threatening to overwhelm her.
“Caroline, lets get married.” Klaus declares fairly seriously as he digs his heels in, forcing her to stumble first, then halt.
“We are not getting married Klaus. You are drunk, and you are not thinking straight, and you are going to regret this in the morning, believe me.” She admonishes, taking in the amused glances of passers by.
Klaus places his hand over his heart, swaying slightly.
“Caroline, I have never been more serious about anything in my life.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, tapping her heeled foot impatiently against the tarmac.
“Klaus, as gorgeous as you are, I’m not marrying you on a whim. We’ve never even dated or kissed, or anything of that sort. So if you want to go and marry some other random, that’s totally fine, just don’t bring me into-”
She’s cut off suddenly as Klaus pulls her into his chest, running a gentle hand through her hair. She barely has time to react before Klaus is leaning down, pressing his lips against hers softly, gently.
She can’t help but melt into the kiss. Who wouldn’t, after wanting something for so long. But reluctantly, she’s the one who pulls back after a few beats, swiping a thumb affectionately along his cheekbone, collecting against the stubble he’d let grow over the past few days.
“I don’t want to be your regret.” She tells him quietly, watches as his eyes light up in understanding.
“Never. I promise.” He vows even as he trips forward slightly. She just sighs, hoping that he’ll remember this in the morning.
“Come on Casanova. Let’s get you to bed.”
Klaus slings an arm around her shoulder, pressing a quick kiss to her temple.
“Lead the way sweetheart.”
