"Hey Addison, come on in!" She heard Samantha St. James call from the kitchen. It was so oddly normal, it set her on edge.
"Hi, Mrs. St. James." She said, meekly walking into the kitchen.
"What's wrong Addie? Usually you're all up in this kitchen showing off while I'm trying to cook. Now you're walking in here like a landmine's gonna pop up and blow you to pieces." Addison couldn't help but laugh. She always liked Jesse's mom better then her own, and his dad was great too, when she go to see him.
"Well I have been taking cooking at the community college-"
"Since you could hold a knife, I know." Sam joked, handing Addison the spoon she was using.
"Stir this. Jesse'll be home soon, and I wanted to be farther along then I am. I'm so glad you showed up, we've been missing you." Addison was glad she had turned away from Sam, so she couldn't see how her face fell. Did they know? Was this all just some sick game? She focused on stirring the spaghetti sauce, so she didn't start crying. She hadn't let anyone see her cry since seventh grade, and she wasn't going to start now.
"So," Addison began, once she felt it was safe to talk again. "What's the special occasion?"
"Jesse's bringing some new friend over." Sam commented off handedly, chopping vegetables up for a salad.
"So , how is the fabulous life of Miss Addie?" Sam asked, and Addison marveled at her chopping powers.
"It's been alright. I transferred to William McKinley high, and today was my first day." Addison offered.
"Oh yes, Jesse transferred there a few weeks ago." Sam lowered her voice, thought there was no one besides themselves in the kitchen, "is their show choir so bad, they honestly don't have a choreographer?" Addison laughed, genuinely, for the first time in days.
"They don't even have dance practice." She whispered back, smiling. Mrs. St. James knew show choir better then any parent Addison had ever met.
"Well, if anyone can whip that group into shape, you and Jesse can." Sam could tell something was off with her son's girlfriend. After four years, there was little Addison could do to hide from her watchful eye.
"Have you been talking to Jesse lately?" She asked Addison, who nearly dropped the spoon in the pot before stuttering, "O-of course. We had a lovely conversation this morning."
They soon fell to working in silence, both women getting caught up in their tasks at hand. The silence bordered awkward, both of them mentally fishing for topics that would get them the answers they craved.
"Did Jesse say who he was inviting over?" Addison finally made herself ask, turning to face Sam.
"Some girl from McKinley high, I think she's a little young for him, she's only a sophomore, Addison. You have to keep stirring or it'll burn." Addison methodically moved the spoon, but her gestures were jerky, and not at all the way someone would normally stir pasta sauce. It was Rachel. Rachel Berry was the 'friend' Jesse was bringing over.
"Um, Mrs. St. James. This has been really, really great. But I have to go now, I have, this uh, thing." Addison said, turning the flame off the stove, and practically sprinting towards the door.
"No way, missy. I know when you're lying, and you deserve to eat the meal you helped make. I'm not letting you out just yet."
"Mrs. St. James, thank you, but I really can't, I really do have to go."
"Addison," Sam fixed her with one of those paralyzing 'mom' looks. "Is there something going on that I need to know about?" Addison sighed. On one hand, she could spill everything. How Jesse was working as a spy for Miss. Corcoran, how they broke up, how she followed him to another school just so he could break up with her again, how he has a new girlfriend.
"No, ma'am, I'd be happy to stay." She said, defeated.
"That's better. Now, can you help Steph set the table?"
The girl in question was already 'arranging' flowers on the dining room table.
"Hey Steph, let's get this table set, okay?" Addison asked, being good with kids was another of her many talents.
"Okay Addie!" She was flashed a toothy grin, before the little girl ran off to the china cabinet.
" Steph, let me." Addison said, taking the plates out of the little girls hands, and moving them safely to the table, where she was able to set them without fear of dropping one.
Addison loved the china. It had a bright red, geometric pattern around the edges, bold and unconventional, just like herself. Finally, the table was set, silverware, glasses and napkins included, and Addison was on pins and needles. She wasn't sure what was in store for her, but she could only imagine it was going to be awkward, and Jesse and Rachel would both hate her by the end of the night.
She looked towards the door, imagining how steamed Jesse would be when he walked in, her car would surely tip him off. She'd never intentionally made him mad before, and if what had happened earlier was any hint, she didn't want to see him blow up. Stuck between a rock, and a hard place. She could either hurt the St. James family, or hurt herself. She couldn't help it, her morbid curiosity, pushed her to stay, to see what a disaster this night could turn out to be.
"The table looks good, girls." Sam said, peering through the kitchen door. She folded and hung the red and white striped apron she had been wearing, and stepped into the room with them. Then, the front door opened.
So, this is mainly filler.
Can I let you guys in on a secret? I wrote this story with the express intention of Addison being a mary-sue. I wanted to see how it'd work out, because I've never done one before.
So I'm honestly shocked that you like her, (or love to hate her, which ever works.)
Anyways, let me know what you think!
Belle