#its literally impossible to guess what my career plans are because i am smart and do not post about them :)

[dear-ao3]

history major + bones = archaeology

now that would be the logical guess. unfortunately im not a logical person.

[misssophiachase]

Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting)

Thanks for the amazing response to part one of my four day Easter drabble collection you can access HERE That Don’t Impress Me Much, here's the next part. The points of view will alternate, this part from Klaus.

That Don’t Impress Me Much - Part Two

"I can't believe mother's blatant attempts at matchmaking," Elijah drawled, consulting his appearance in the bathroom mirror. "After the last few disasters you'd think she learned her lesson."

"Oh come on," Klaus scoffed. "She lives for this kind of thing given Rebekah and Finn have settled down. I'm just glad her attention is focused on Kol this time, although she doesn't have a chance in hell of success."

"I resent that," Kol interrupted, joining them in front of the large mirror. "I could be willing to settle down, you know for the right girl."

"Well, Katherine Pierce is certainly not for you, little brother," Elijah offered.

"Why not? She's certainly hot."

"She's also too smart to be seduced by you."

"Is that a bet?" He asked Elijah pointedly, Kol always did live for a challenge.

"This isn't high school, Kol," Elijah growled. "Just because mother is completely misguided doesn't mean I have any intention of exposing her to your foolish and immature ways."

"Sounds like someone is a little protective of Miss Katherine Pierce," Klaus deduced, eyeing his brother curiously. "Does someone have a little crush?" Klaus couldn't miss the slight blush that crept across Elijah's usually serious face.

Klaus would be lying if he didn't feel the same way when the blonde had appeared but he wasn't one to settle down with anyone no matter how gorgeous they were. He'd discreetly asked around and was immediately disappointed to find out she was a political intern. If there was anything Klaus avoided like the plague it was those uptight, political types.

Unlike his siblings, Klaus had always shunned that kind of life. Yes, he came from money but he wanted to do things on his own. Although he'd studied at Oxford he spent most of his time sketching and when it came time to embrace a legal career he'd deferred it in favour of his art. Luckily for him his work was well received and one exhibition followed another. 

His parents weren't always into art until he became successful and that's when they'd bought their own group of galleries but even though they expected him to show his art there he resisted. He'd gotten to where he was without them and had no intention of using their name to further his career.

"I barely know the girl and she's certainly not my type."

"Oh you mean she doesn't have a big stick up her ass like Tatia?" Kol joked. "Maybe it's time you finally branched out, Elijah."

"You just want to annoy mother."

"Why not kill two birds with one stone? It would serve mother right for trying to interfere with my love life yet again."

"For once I think that's the best idea you've ever had, Kol." Klaus agreed. "It would totally throw her into a spin if things didn't go according to plan."

"Now who's being immature?"

"Oh come on Elijah," Klaus said. "We're stuck here for the weekend, what better way to pass the time then beat mother at her own game?"

Klaus found himself walking through the gallery on the third floor shortly afterwards, he had a habit of procrastinating before boring, family events and held out arriving as long as possible. Art was something that calmed him immensely and his parent's collection was nothing short of brilliant. So many of his favourite artists in one room, it was the one thing that calmed him when he was forced to return there from his home in London.

Klaus stopped at one of his favourites Van Gogh's A Girl in the Street, his gaze concentrated on the blonde figure in the picture as usual trying to guess her intentions. Her back was to him and Klaus had always wondered what her face looked like even after all these years of staring.

"I always thought she was watching her life go by," a voice offered. He immediately whipped his head around, his eyes focusing on her blue ones and trying to ignore just how beautiful she looked in the little, black dress that hugged every creamy curve. It was a little eerie she said that, almost like she was reading his mind.

"And here I thought Miss Pierce was the art fan." Klaus was reeling trying to come to terms with the fact that the blonde he'd been admiring apparently shared his interests.

"I can appreciate good art. In fact Van Gogh is one of my favourites and even though it was an early work this would have to be one of his best, well besides Starry Night Over the Rhone."

"I'm surprised," he said. "Most people only know Starry Night."

"Well, I'm not most people," she scoffed. "While beautiful, Starry Night was painted during a happy time but I'm more interested in the complexities of Starry Night Over the Rhone because Van Gogh was particularly unhappy at the asylum."

"I wasn't aware politicians were interested in art," Klaus inferred, unable to help himself.

"Number one, I don't take too kindly to generalisations and I'm not a politician," she growled. "And number two I don't really care what you think. This house is so damn huge I got lost on my way to dinner." Klaus couldn't deny just how attractive her feisty nature was to him at that exact moment.

"I'd be happy to take you to the dining room, Miss Forbes."

"I'd rather spare myself that ego a minute longer," she said turning away before he reached out to grab her arm instinctively. For some reason he didn't want her to leave just yet. "What?" Klaus was trying to ignore just how beautiful she looked with those blonde waves cascading down her back and that look of pure indignation.

"We got off on the wrong foot," he offered, meekly.

"You think?"

"Why do you think she's watching life go by?" He asked desperately wanting to know the answer to the question he'd been asking all his life.

"I thought you were the art expert?" Klaus didn't respond just sent her his best puppy dog eyes complete with flashing a stray dimple in his left cheek.

"She's realising that there is much more to life in that small town and wants so much more."

"You sound like you're speaking from experience?" Klaus asked curiously.

"I thought we were talking about the girl in the painting," she murmured, her eyes gazing into his deeply. Klaus felt like time had stopped momentarily as he desperately tried to hold her gaze for as long as possible. "I think we should be getting to dinner."

"Yes," he mumbled finally tearing his gaze away. She wasn't his type and the sooner Klaus realised it the better. He gestured towards the doorway at the end of the hall and they began to walk towards it before her attention was taken by another painting.

"Now, this is by far the prettiest snowflake I've ever seen." Klaus looked over, slightly annoyed by her synopsis.

"Do you really think the artist is that literal?" He asked gruffly.

"I'm not sure but what would a politician know given you're the art expert after all," she grinned before making her way purposefully down the hallway. 

Klaus would be denying his ego hadn't taken a large hit but he had no intention of letting the annoying blonde know that. He figured that after two days he would never have to see her again.

xxx

"Don't worry the quail is always a little dry," Kol offered, looking at Bonnie's half-finished entree.

"I bet the chef really likes you coming home," she mumbled trying to keep her voice down at the long, dinner table. "I was a vegetarian for ten years so any meat that is kind of unusual doesn't really sit well on my palette, if you must know."

"Vegetarian? I don't know how you did it."

"Yeah, you seem like the kind of guy that has no idea what it's like to live without anything."

"I've lived without plenty."

"Oh like what?" He was silent for a moment obviously trying to work out what to say in response.

"Are you judging me?"

"I'm just wondering why I got stuck sitting next to you when its clear your mother is trying to matchmake you with Katherine."

"Wow," he murmured, his brown eyes downcast. "Am I really that deplorable?"

"I'm just not that interested in conversing with some playboy," she said matter-of-factly.

"Playboy?"

"Its not really my type."

"And what makes you think you're my type?" He baulked, suddenly a little annoyed by her assumptions, even if they were slightly true. Kol wasn't quite used to girls rejecting him given his fortune and looks made that an almost impossible circumstance until now. He wouldn't have cared if she wasn't just so beautiful with that glossy, dark hair and chocolate brown skin.

When their mother had first introduced them, Bonnie was the only girl to pique his interest not that he'd admitted that to his brothers. Kol wasn't one to share his thoughts especially if they exposed his true feelings and given her subsequent reaction he was glad he hadn't. It had been so difficult not to keep his eyes off her in that red dress tonight and stealing the seat beside her had been a bold move. Now he was beginning to regret that given her obvious animosity.

"Given I had no intention of being your type, I'm glad I've succeeded," she drawled.

"Has anyone ever told you how judgmental you are?"

"I'm not judgmental," she stammered, obviously taken aback by his assessment.

"So, you didn't just decide I was a playboy and nothing else? I have to admit I'm kind of hurt."

"Oh really," she drawled. "Then try to prove me otherwise."

Part two on FF HERE