This is probably the most underrated Klaroline scene, but I love it. It’s one of these moments when Caroline lets herself relax and enjoy Klaus’ company; when she forgets that he’s a mass murderer who has done so many things to hurt her loved ones. When all that matters is that he’s handsome and charming and endearing. When all she knows is that he treats her like a lady, cherishes her and promises to show her what the world has to offer. She looks at him, smiling so warmly and, just for a second, imagines what her life would be if she just accepted his offer. But then she remembers that it’s Klaus. She should hate him, so she scoffs, rolls her eyes and throws some ugly remarks; does everything that would make him think that she has absolutely no feelings for him, only hate. Klaus knows better than that, though. He knows that a small town boy and a small town life will never be enough for her, so he waits until she’s ready. And one day she will be ready. It will take time, a lot of struggle and denial, but they’ll get there. 

This is why I like Klaroline. It’s the small, tiny, moments that count.