Hey everyone! Back with another Klaroline story, this time inspired by the song Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye ft Kimbra (great song by the way). Enjoy!

The low buzz of the Mystic Grill served as the perfect background for Caroline to sort through her thoughts over a shot of tequila. She didn't want to get totally drunk, seeing as she was supposed to be having dinner with Bonnie and Elena in an hour, but a few drinks couldn't hurt. She was, after all, a vampire.

It had been nearly six months since the horrors in Mystic Falls had come to an end. The entire Original family, including Klaus and Rebekah, had left and though they were still alive, they weren't coming near Mystic Falls any time soon. Tyler had returned a week after they left, and his relationship with Caroline picked up right where it had left off. But she found herself liking him a little less as the days went on, before they eventually decided to call it quits and stay friends. It was a little awkward at first, but they had learned to stay friendly like Caroline and Matt had.

She held up a hand and signaled for the bartender to hand her another drink, glad that it was Matt's day off. He wouldn't have given her the drink, especially since it was her fourth shot. The bartender slid the glass across the table, shooting Caroline a knowing smile. She returned the smile with the raise of an eyebrow before downing the glass in an instant.

Stefan watched the blonde vampire drain shot glasses like they were filled with apple juice, a small smile on his lips. At least it was tequila and not human blood. Caroline's – and his – ripper days were long over, to everyone's relief. Watching her now, Stefan thought she looked lonely, her eyes flitting around the Grill lazily. Deciding to join her, he got up off his brooding spot near the back of the Grill and descended the stairs.

Just as Stefan reached the bottom stair, the doors to the Grill opened, a familiar scent tricking into the bar. He looked up, his eyebrows furrowed together, to see a man with curly blonde hair and a devious expression walk in. His name seemed to come naturally with his presence, unspoken yet threatening. Klaus.

Before Stefan could pull himself out of his confusion, Klaus's sparkling blue eyes caught sight of the slightly drunk Caroline, and he made a beeline straight for her. Stefan backed up to his brooding spot, deciding to let it play out and intervene if necessary.

Caroline heard someone come up behind her, but she knew that whirling around would only make her seem weak. Instead, she waited for whoever it was to take a seat so she could glance over casually. When the person sat down beside her, however, the scent that filled her nose was one that she could never forget. She whirled around in spite of herself, her eyes widening as they fell on Klaus's smirking expression. "K-Klaus."

"Good evening, love," replied Klaus conversationally, signaling for the bartender. "A glass of red wine, please."

Caroline tried to stop herself from gaping, but she couldn't help it. She slammed her glass back down on the table and turned to face Klaus. "What're you doing here?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I came back for you?" asked Klaus, raising his eyebrows angelically. Stefan snorted under his breath from across the Grill. He had heard that line somewhere before, and that hadn't ended well.

"Uh, no," Caroline scoffed slightly, shooting him a skeptical look. He shrugged back good-naturedly, but his eyes were attempting to peer deep into her soul, trying to seek out a real answer. She glared back at him, feeling defensive. "Why are you really here? Back to stir up more trouble? Let me guess, your hybrids are out back?"

"So judgmental," said Klaus, holding a hand up to his heart as though he was offended. "Actually, I'm here alone. My companions are all up in Vermont at the moment with the rest of my family."

She rolled her eyes at his use of the word 'companions' to describe his pathetically sired Hybrids. "Then why are you here? Why can't you just leave us all alone?"

Something dangerous flashed across Klaus's eyes for a moment, but it disappeared when she looked up to meet his eyes. "I told you, love. I came back for you."

"What do you want with me?" muttered Caroline, folding her arms across her chest wearily. He reached out and placed a hand on her arm, a small smile appearing on his face when she shook it away childishly.

"A second chance," replied Klaus sincerely, holding his hands up as though offering a truce. She looked up to meet his eyes again, hers narrowed.

"You've got to be kidding me," said Caroline, raising an eyebrow. Klaus shook his head, bringing his glass up to his lips. "I don't think the second chance rule applies to murderers."

"Oh, come on, love," Klaus set his glass down and leaned over to hold her by her elbows in a gentle but firm grip. "Take a chance. Get to know me."

She felt her façade slip away slightly at the familiar words, but kept an indifferent tone when she responded. "No."

Shrugging, Klaus released her elbows to reach for his drink. "That's alright. We'll have the rest of the school year to get to know each other."

Caroline's eyes widened as his words sunk into her head, and she looked back up at him. "What d'you mean?"

Klaus had already brought his drink to his lips and he held up a finger, signaling for her to wait as he sipped his drink ever-so-slowly. Growing impatient, Caroline grabbed the drink out of his hands and set it down on the table, turning back to him until she was only a few inches away from his face. "What're you talking about, Klaus?"

"Well, there was a job posting for an art class in Mystic Falls, and with a bit of research I learned that you were signed up for this class," explained Klaus, his smile widening with her eyes. "So I decided to apply, and I got the job."

"You have got to be kidding me," Caroline hissed, sinking back into her seat. She racked her thoughts, trying to remember if she had passed the date for switching out of classes. She only signed up for the class to fill her courses in the first place; she had no idea that it would end like this. Klaus drained his glass with a grin, setting it back on the table.

"Well, I'll see you in class tomorrow," said Klaus, looking down at the shot glass in her hand with a smirk. "Take it easy with the tequila. You wouldn't want to come in hung over, sweetheart."

Before Caroline could retort, Klaus leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, silencing whatever was about to come out. He didn't think that vampires could blush until he saw the bright pink flush creeping up her cheeks, and he had to admit that it was irresistible. He was gone before she could open her mouth, leaving her gaping.

Stefan smirked from across the room. If there was anything he knew about Klaus, it was that he didn't bluff. He really had returned to Mystic Falls for a second chance with Caroline, and he had gone as far as compelling his way into a teaching job. Though Stefan wanted to help her get rid of him, he knew that it was best that he was kept busy – and happy – while in Mystic Falls. Besides, it could play out to be quite interesting.

Thinking of making this into a three-shot, or maybe a five-chapter story. Let me know what you think! :)