Ok so, this lovely idea was the courtesy of the wonderful carasedrin (she basically co-wrote it with me). Thanks so much S! :)

This is my second foray into AU human klaroline, so I sincerely hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Don't own TVD!

Prologue

"Right from the start, you were a thief you stole my heart, and I your willing victim"

Klaus Mikaelson saw her as soon as he entered the club. She stood out from all of the other women here. At first he wasn't quite sure what it was. She was gorgeous, there was no doubt about that, blonde and blue-eyed, her shorts showing off long legs. But it wasn't that that drew him to her, it was something in her smile, that sparkle in those blue eyes of hers.

It was just… her.

He found himself pushing through the throngs of people, making straight for where she was standing at the bar and leaning on the countertop, a drink in one hand. Her hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders and Klaus wondered what it would feel like to run his fingers through those blonde locks. Her back was bare, her black halter-top giving him the perfect view of her pale skin.

She finally seemed to notice him when she turned around and her blue met his. In that moment Klaus knew he had to be closer to her. Originally, he had come here to escape, get lost in the people and get away from his troubles with the use of alcohol. But, now, seeing her looking at him, his plans had changed.

She appraised him with a small smile as he continued to walk to her slowly. In return, Klaus let his own eyes rove over her, smirking. He never actually made it to the bar, though, when the girl herself came forward to him and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him instead to the dance floor, a sparkling smile on her face.

He found himself marveling at the softness of her hand in his, the confident sway of her hips as she led him forward. Only when they were in the middle of the crowd did she stop, turning around and awarding him with another radiant smile. She immediately started moving with the music, still holding his hand.

For a moment, Klaus did nothing, simply watching her until she sent him a slight questioning look. Suddenly Klaus came to a decision and pulled her flush into his chest, smirking when he felt a surprised gasp run through her body. He hooked her arms around his neck, his own hands then slowly travelling down her arms and the sides of her body, eventually settling on her her hips. She was looking up at him with wide eyes as he leaned down, putting his forehead against hers.

They started their dance again, this time more fervently, bodies moving together. Eventually, the girl lost her wide-eyed look and it was replaced with predatory sort of grin as she pushed into him, grinding against him, one of her hands falling from his neck and to his chest, over his fast beating heart.

Klaus wasn't quite sure how long he and this nameless, beautiful girl danced like that, but he knew it must have been a long time as the people around them began to thin. Still, they danced, and as they did so, it grew more impassioned. Their eyes stayed locked as they swayed, their faces moving slowly closer and closer.

Eventually, Klaus couldn't take it anymore and gave into his urges and feverishly put his lips on hers, groaning when she responded eagerly, immediately deepening the kiss, her arms wrapped tight around his neck. Klaus' own hands moved from her hips, one going around her waist and under her shirt, touching the bare skin of the small of her back, and the other going to her hair, tugging at the end of her blonde locks as he had been wanting to all night.

They soon found themselves moving away from the dance floor and out of the club. The girl pushed him roughly against the brick wall of the club, once again attacking his lips. Klaus smirked, not having pegged her for one who liked to be so dominant. Well, unfortunately for her, Klaus liked dominating more than her, he suspected.

He had them flipped in the next instant and her back was to the wall instead of his. He stood still for a moment now, both of them breathing hard.

"What's your name, love?" He found himself asking, his voice gruff.

She cocked her head coyly. "Caroline." She answered after a moment, her voice the sweetest sound Klaus had ever heard.

His lips were instantly over hers again, eventually trailing to Caroline's cheek and down to her neck.

"You never told me your name." Caroline gasped, her fingers threaded through his hair. Klaus lifted his head from where it was at her neck and smirked at her.

"My name is Klaus."

"Well, Klaus, what do you say we get out of here?" Caroline asked with a mischievous look in her eyes.

He chuckled deep in his throat. "I couldn't have said it better myself, sweetheart."

Klaus stepped back from her and offered her his hand. Only a second later, Caroline's fingers were once again intertwining with his.

This time it was Klaus who pulled her along.

Caroline Forbes was not the sort of girl who had one-night stands. She was not the sort of girl who went into a club and danced all night long with some guy whom she'd just met. She was not the kind of girl who spent the rest of the night in bed with aforementioned guy doing things that were probably better left unmentioned; even if said guy was probably the most handsome, sexy man she had ever met. (If anyone asked, she would say it was the accent that did her in – definitely not the mix honesty, pain, and amusement in his eyes or the dark twist of his smirk or the gentleness of his large hands.)

And yet, Caroline did exactly that.

But that wasn't the point. The point was that, normally, Caroline didn't do those things. She was the kind of person who went out on dates and had summer flings, sure. But, easy sex? That just wasn't her thing. She was the girl who wanted a serious relationship; as a child she had always dreamt of having her own Prince Charming.

As an adult, she now knew it just wasn't that easy. After just coming out of a good relationship gone wrong, she knew that it would never be that easy. In fact, it was because of her ex-boyfriend, Tyler, that she was in that club in the first place, acting like someone she usually wasn't.

When she finally got there, she'd thought she wouldn't go through with it. But then she saw him.

Klaus.

And she was done for.

And it was because she actually wasn't that type of girl that she had left early the next morning, careful not to wake Klaus, thinking she would never see this handsome, sexy man who made her forget her morals, ever again.

Which led her to where she was now, weeks later, in the bathroom, bent over the toilet and throwing up all of her breakfast. It had been happening on and off for the past few days when she came to an awful realization; she was late. Caroline was not the type of girl that was late… with anything.

Despite initially denying even the possibility, Caroline had found herself wandering to the section that held pregnancy tests in the supermarket anyways.

Now here she was, washing her face and mouth, trying to make it seem like she hadn't just puked her guts out and decidedly not looking at the little test that sat on the countertop. Who knew that the waiting time could seem this long?

She leant against the sink, her foot tapping up and down nervously, her eyes on the clock. But, even with the waiting, Caroline already had the feeling she knew what the results were going to be, she could feel it in her stomach…. Literally.

But her mind refused to accept it. This wasn't a part of Caroline Forbes, small-town girl and former Miss Mystic Falls' immaculate plan for her future. This wasn't supposed to happen to her now. It couldn't. It wouldn't.

Caroline was supposed to get further in her career before this happened. She was supposed to get married before this ever became a thought. She most certainly wasn't supposed to be just barely starting her life and single when this happened. If she ever had a child it was supposed to be with her one not some handsome stranger she was sure she would never see again.

Caroline glanced at the clock again, seeing that enough time should have passed for the results to show.

Suddenly hesitant and a thousand more times nervous than before, she carefully reached out for the ridiculously small object that was going to decide the course of her future.

Slowly, she glanced down.

Her heart stopped. Her face lost all of its color.

Positive.

She lifted a hand up to her mouth; panic flooding her system as the realization hit her.

I'm pregnant.

…

Shit.

Okay so, this is simply the prologue of what is going to be a multi-chaptered fic. Everything is already planned out so updates should come out pretty regularly :) If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!