Drabbles

I've Been Waiting

Prompt: Klaus is extremely drunk and somehow decides to walk to Caroline's house. He breaks down and confesses that he genuinely loves her and asks her why she doesn't love him. Caroline sees this and feels bad for hiding her feelings. She takes care of him and next morning Klaus is embarrassed. Rest is up to you.

Klaus had been downing drink after drink for the entire night. Elijah sat in a chair near the fire, reading Candide by Voltaire for what was probably the hundredth time. He glanced up occasionally at his younger brother as he steadily became more and more inebriated. It was a good thing an alcohol overdose couldn't kill vampires because Elijah watched as Klaus finished his third bottle of what poison he'd chosen for the night. Klaus slammed the empty bottle down on the end table next to him and stood, swaying dangerously.

"I'm going out," slurred Klaus, stumbling toward the door.

"Don't come crying to me when you do something you'll regret," Elijah called after his brother, not bothering to look up from his book. As Klaus stepped outside, he gave Elijah a thumbs-up, his hand the only part of him left in the house.

Elijah laughed to himself, turning the page. He was definitely off to do something stupid.

Klaus ghosted drunkenly through the streets of Mystic Falls, occasionally running into a wall. Finally, he arrived at his intended destination. He went around to the side of the house and knocked on the window there. Caroline's face appeared as the drapes were pulled back. Worry and annoyance were pulled Klaus inside. She sat him on her bed with difficulty, as his drunken body was more like Jell-O than actual substance.

Caroline stood in front of her window, hands on her hips. "What are you doing here?"

Klaus smiled up at her, dazed.

"Are you drunk?" she asked incredulously, thanking her lucky stars that her mother was patrolling tonight.

Klaus brought a finger to his lips, signaling Caroline to be silent. He patted the open space of bed next to him. Caroline sat begrudgingly, rolling her eyes as she did so.

"What do you want, Klaus?" she asked, exasperated. "I'm tired."

"Caroline, I know you think of me as that nasty hybrid that wants to kill everyone, but when I look at you, I see light, I see beauty, I see strength. I haven't felt what I feel for you in nearly a millennium. I love you, Caroline. I would never hurt you, nor would I ever let harm come to you at the hands of another. What is it about me that you find so repulsive?"

Caroline sighed, wishing she didn't have to delve into this tonight. At the same time, she felt terrible. Klaus was being completely genuine, and she'd spent weeks lying to herself and to him. And here he was, sitting on her bed, drunk as a skunk, and baring his soul to her.

"I don't find you repulsive, Klaus," she admitted. "But can we please talk about this when I'm awake and you're sober? If you need to, you can stay here."

Klaus nodded. He fell backwards onto the bed, passed out. Caroline growled in frustration as she wriggled under her covers, her feet hitting Klaus's body. At least she'd put him at the foot of the bed.

Caroline woke before Klaus, who was snoring to beat the band. Caroline went into her bathroom to freshen up and when she came back out, Klaus was sitting up, rubbing his head.

"Hungover much?" chuckled Caroline, sitting next to him on the bed.

"Just a little. I still know what I said last night, unfortunately."

"Unfortunately?"

"I came over to your house in the middle of the night, drunk as I've ever been, and professed my love for you. Forgive if I'm a little embarrassed."

"You don't need to be embarrassed," Caroline said simply, watching Klaus's as understanding dawned on his face. It was quite comical how his expression lifted, going from embarrassment to questioning to excitement.

"Caroline –"

Before Klaus could say anything further, Caroline pressed her lips to his. His mouth was slower than his mind, and by the time he'd registered what she was doing, her tongue had found its way into his mouth. Klaus's hand traveled down to the small of Caroline's back and pulled her closer to him. When they broke away for breath, Klaus tucked a loose strand of golden hair behind her hear, his hands resting on the sides of her face.

"I've waited so long for this."