A/N: this is just meaningless fluff dedicated to my wonderful and amazing twin klarolineforevermine. I was having a conversation with someone the other day and they gave me the inspiration and this came out of it. AU/AH and, like I said, super fluffy it will probably give you cavities! I hope you enjoy it anyway.
A loud bang on the door disturbs the silence. Caroline startles, jumping a little as her peace is shattered by the extremely loud person on the other side of the door.
“Who is it?” she yells from her place sprawled across the couch with a blanket thrown over her. She is far too comfortable to have to worry about calling 911. The world is too cruel sometimes.
“It’s me, Caroline” Klaus sings from the other side, causing her to wince. It does not take a genius to realize that he is drunk. The drawl in his voice, his heavy footsteps, and the fact that it’s almost two AM were more than enough to clue her in. In all honesty, Caroline did not expect different results when she found out he would be spending the evening with Marcel. The two are known for their habits of wreaking havoc through the city whenever they come together. And she does not mind, she really doesn’t. She trusts Klaus wholeheartedly, and she knows that he would never even contemplate hurting her in his bouts with Marcel. But if there’s one thing that Caroline hates in the world, it would be having to deal with a drunken Klaus. Klaus is a loose cannon when he’s sober, and a downright catastrophe when he’s drunk. She’s hoped that he would be too drunk to come back home and would crash in Marcel’s hotel instead.
Shaking her head, she forces herself to abandon the comfort of her blankets and book to pad towards the door. Swinging it opened, she finds a grinning Klaus on the other side.
“Why didn’t you open the door with your own keys?” she huffs.