A/N: Surprise! /.\ Cuppie has a chapter for you! I just came back from Japan and I have this thing in my head that conjured the perfect scene of Chip, Xander and Giselle having fun at Disneyland together (just because I went there and I was like EEP everything is so cute). Enjoy the chapter! Oh, and if you've forgotten what happened previously, I don't blame you. Xander's students are about to enter Baked Love tldr :D. 

Missed you loads!

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I wasn't expecting much—there wasn't much to expect from in the first place, really. The bakery seemed more like a humble abode than anything else, filled with a nostalgic scent I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Hi! Welcome to Baked Love," A young, dark-haired lady greeted us with a smile. "How may I help you?"

"Uh," Liz gave the bakery a quick survey, "we're kinda looking for cakes..."

"Cupcakes," Finn corrected quietly, to which Liz rolled her eyes at.

I drifted towards the shelves on my left, spotting the most tempting cranberry cream buns with what looked like melted white chocolate drizzled on top of them. There was a bunch of leftovers arranged neatly on the shelf next to it, looking a whole lot simpler than the kind of bread they sold in the other fancy sex-shop bakery. I mean.

"Yes, what he said," Liz gave in with a sigh. "We know it's getting late, so...it's alright if you've run out."

"Ah, cupcakes!" The young lady nodded after some consideration. "There might be some left in the oven. The owner likes to keep them warm, you see. Just give me a sec," she said before disappearing through the kitchen doors.

"I actually like this place more than the other one," I admitted with a shrug, turning to Liz in particular. "What's with online forums nowadays? This isn't a bad place at all."

"And something smells real good," Brendon added as he searched his surroundings for an accountable source. "You should've asked her what it was."

"Why don't you ask your own questions," Liz snapped with a huff. "I swear, my mood does a hundred-eighty whenever I'm hungry so don't test my patience." Brendon held up his hands in defeat.

It wasn't long before the young lady returned—with someone in tow.

Well, not in tow but you get what I mean.

She introduced him in a brief phrase which I sure as hell did not catch. The point was that we didn't really need an introduction.

"Mr. Honeycutt?" Liz gawked with wide eyes which I or anyone else, would have regarded borderline rude had we been in the right mind. The reality was that we were far from that.

"Wait what."

"Mr. Honeycutt sir wait?" Even Shin was having problems with language. Mind you, he's top in class for English.

"Is this your other part-time job or something?" Brendon put forth bluntly, staring at the pink apron Mr. Honeycutt was wearing. Wow, he really was the perfect bottom. I should totally be rejoicing now, I mean, if I was in the right mind. Please let him be gay please let him be gay please let him be gay—

"Wha...what are you students doing out so late at night?" Was all Mr. Honeycutt came up with, folding his arms to appear stern (which only made him look all the more cute and edible, really).

"Sir, it's barely eight in the evening," Liz pointed out, trying hard not to laugh. "And well, we needed to get some cupcakes."

"Not we—exactly," I was quick to emphasize on the ship. "Finn. Finn needs to get some cupcakes. And sir, you never told us you worked at a legit bakery."

Mr. Honeycutt appeared genuinely guilty at my accusation, shoulders falling all of a sudden and looking quite upset. "I-I...I'm sorry, but it didn't...really...cross my mind and—"

"Lol sir, what?" Liz laughed. "Nguyen was kidding. And you're a teacher! It's not like you're obliged to tell us anything about yourself...although if you wanted to, I'd like to hear some stuff about you and Mr. Jaxon," she said before flashing a falsely innocent grin. About time though, I need me some of that CUTE.

Mr. Honeycutt seemed very confused by this point which Brendon quickly addressed by reverting the topic. Cockblock. Well, not as if I really had one though.

"Sir, we're here to get some cupcakes, end of story. Don't listen to Liz or Nguyen," he added with a sigh. "Oh and while you're at it, can you tell us what's smelling so good? I'm starving."

Finn shrugged. Shin nodded along while Liz and I were already devising our ultimate plan for revenge. Talk about rood.

"Of course," Mr. Honeycutt turned to the young lady who was attending to us earlier and nodded. She appeared mildly surprised.

"Oh, uh. Alright then. I'll get the cupcakes. Will red velvet do? We have about six of them left in the oven." I nodded vigorously, already looking forward to the cream cheese frosting because—did I mention I liked cream cheese?

"Sounds fine," Finn said with another shrug. I wonder if I squared my shoulder as often as he did, I'd get fine back muscles like him.

"Oh and the um," Mr. Honeycutt piped all of a sudden. "The...the other thing that smells nice. I think it's the new savory cupcakes we were handing out today in front of the store. N-not for sale though, just um...just for feedback. There are some leftovers, i-if you'd like."

Surprisingly, Shin was the first to hop on board. "Yes please. Sir."

"Are those the ones promoted on the board outside? In chalk?" A.K.A the one some strange woman was staring at with a creepy look on her face. Then I realized something else.

"OH no wonder the handwriting looked so familiar," I exclaimed upon reaching enlightenment. "It was yours! And no wonder it's all cute and...well, cute."

Mr. Honeycutt blushed furiously. Well, he does that a lot either way. Mr. Jaxon must have loads of fun when they're having sex. Sigh, by this point, I'm just going to assume that they are married. Not gonna explain.

"You saw that? W-well yes it's the one promoted on the sandwich board outside. Hold on I'll heat them up for you," he disappeared through the kitchen doors with a shy smile.

Liz turned to me with a furious eyebrow wriggle and she does that every single time she's about to do her weird inferential Sherlock thing so I braced myself for one.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"That Mr. Jaxon is blessed?" I stared blankly at the kitchen doors.

Liz paused.

"That and—don't you think this is a little too far-fetched? The forums, and what not. Mr. Honeycutt is literally the last person who would spread bad things about anyone else in the darn hell we live in, so we know, that those are lies."

"Oh..." I squinted hard, trying to find a link. "Does this have anything to do with the lady we bumped into outside?"

"That's what I'm thinking," Liz muttered under her breath. Then her mood did a hundred-eighty like that swing I used to have in my backyard but broke because I got too heavy for that shit. "And, I can't believe we have a real, legit baker as our home economics teacher! Cool stuff."

"You're forgetting that Mrs. Harry is our teacher, Liz," I reminded with a sigh. "Mr. Honeycutt's just a substitute. And only for one session!"

Her shoulders fell with a pout. "Oh right..."

"You know, it'd be nice if you girls included us in the conversation for once," Brendon had to butt in. Liz and I regarded him as thin air. Automatic. Revenge is sweet.

"What now, one of those mood swings again?"

Liz shrugged. "I heard a little fly say 'don't listen to Liz and Nguyen'. I wonder who that was." Brendon raised his hands in defeat, looking to Finn for help but received none since he cared for nothing but Evans.

When Mr. Honeycutt returned to the counter with a tray of the most heavenly-smelling little things, we drew closer with salivating mouths of, er, anticipation. Simply put, we were cold and hungry—nothing could beat a warm bakery and piping hot food, whatever it was.

"Please help yourselves! Those in the purple cup are bacon, ham and cheese-flavored. The rest are sort of pizza-flavored," he explained sheepishly, gesturing for us to come forth and give the savory cupcakes a try.

I may not know what others think about savory cupcakes (I mean, cakes are meant to be sweet, right?) but these smell hella good.

Brendon was the first to reach for one, peeling off the foil cup before popping the entire thing into his incredibly large mouth. Just hOw did he dO THAT. The cupcake wasn't all that small either! Apparently, Mr. Honeycutt was amazed as well.

"Brendon! Don't put the whole thing in your mouth at once you're going to choke yourself," he warned with cute worried eyes. "Eat slowly, alright? O-oh, and you guys too."

I reached for a pizza-flavored cupcake and bit into half of it. God, it was delicious.

"Is this bread dough?" Shin asked after taking a nibble, already on to the chef-talk with our teacher. "It's so soft! It's almost like a cupcake."

"Yes!" Mr. Honeycutt nodded enthusiastically. He was practically the physical form of sunshine whenever he was pleased. Or whenever, really. "The cupcake is made out of bread dough instead of cupcake batter. I didn't want to um, sacrifice the fluffiness of the cupcake so I tried to make the bread as fluffy as possible. It rises a lot though, so it's bigger than I thought it would be a-and do you think I put too much cheese? Is the bacon and ham one too plain?"

His anxious rant got my inner fangirl screaming within from the overflowing CUTE that Mr. Honeycutt practically embodied.

"It's really good," Liz managed with her mouth full, and Shin nodded vigorously. "I'd buy a ton of these. How much for one?"

"Well we haven't really given it a fixed number," Mr. Honeycutt considered shyly. "How much would you pay for one?"

"The store down the road has bullshit prices. It's like an entire meal for a slice of cake," I said after swallowing. "And everything in that bakery smells like pink. I don't even know what people are paying for."

Our home economics teacher laughed sheepishly. "We're trying to ensure that the prices remain affordable. That way, people on a budget wouldn't lose out." The young lady from before returned from the kitchen and placed a box of six red velvet cupcakes on the counter.

Everything about it was simple yet immensely pleasing.

"I love the box. It's so...aesthetic," Liz remarked after examining the cupcake carrier. "Okay Finn, pass me your wallet." The angsty boy sighed before obliging. He didn't seem too unhappy though, which could have been a result of the awesome savory cupcakes we just had.

As Liz handed over a ten-dollar bill, I felt an odd pang of disappointment that I figured had to do with the disparity between the two bakeries we visited today. It wasn't that Mr. Honeycutt's bakery was any less aesthetically pleasing compared to the new one (in fact to me, it appealed further), or worse in any way for the matter.

A blatant fact made itself clear: the new bakery had won its attention and popularity simply by name. Realistically speaking, Liz wouldn't have known about this pink sex-shop had it not been its hardcore advertising in the city and enthusiastic franchise popping up all over the country. Commercialization had tons of advantages compared to a small, stand-alone (and from the looks of it family-run) bakery like Mr. Honeycutt's.

I figured it would have been rude to ask about his sources of revenue so I didn't probe further. Only...if he actually has a part-time job as a teacher then doesn't that mean he's financially, uh, crippled or something?

Do i EVEN English.

"Thanks for the treat sir," Shin smiled quietly, a little embarrassed for having finished his cupcake all-too-quickly. "Is it alright to come back for another sometime?" He added sheepishly.

Mr. Honeycutt looked equally shy about his request and very, very flattered from the looks of his flushed cheeks. "Y-you will?"

"Save some for me too sir," Brendon mimicked Shin like the immature high school shit all (most) boys were, successfully embarrassing him further. "But seriously they were really good."

Both Liz and I caught on perfectly well and was throwing suggestive eyebrow-wriggles at one another when all of a sudden, the door behind us opened and a gust of wind slapped hair into our faces. It happens.

"Angel, are you ready—"

HOLY GAY BELLS it was Mr. Jaxon. Our eyes met and he froze, scanning the rest of the bakery.

He had a duffel bag over his shoulder and a volleyball under his other arm, still clad in whatever sports clothing he had on during the training for Finn's team. He frowned.

"What are you kids doing here?"

"Who's angel, sir?" Liz fired shots and I was sHoOk. If I ever had that kind of courage, I assure you it would be put to good use. Like declaring that I am obsessed with gay romance, for instance.

"Watch your mouth, Elizabeth or you will be running five next week."

"X-Xan—I mean, Mr. Jaxon!" Mr. Honeycutt dubbed flustered creampie by me was blushing his maximum capacity; and by that I mean dilated blood vessels all the way. I forgot to tell you that Biology was my favourite subject. Actually, I might have second thoughts now. Especially if Mr. Jaxon decides to drop by home economics every now and then.

Before we understood what was going on, Mr. Honeycutt came forward to tug Mr. Jaxon away from the door and towards the kitchen—mEANING THEY WERE HELLA CLOSE. Liz and I stared at the doorway they had disappeared into. Finn rubbed his eyes, probably wondering if this was all part of a nightmare since Mr. Jaxon probably only ever appeared in those.

"Since when were Jaxon and Honeycutt so...chummy?"

"Yeah dude, Honeycutt almost said his name. Xander, wasn't it," Finn shuddered at the thought, turning to Shin. "Pinch my arm." Shin looked at him as though a death wish had been issued without warning.

"Shut up, all of you!" Liz spoke the words I had been wanting to say, proceeding to turn towards the lady behind the counter who had been serving us moments before. "Have you known Mr. Honeycutt and Mr. Jax—I mean, Chip and uh, Xander, for a long time?"

"A month or so, yes," she laughed. "They've been having a hard time trying to hire staff recently. Everyone wants to work at the new bakery, you see. So it's been quite an issue."

I gave her words some thought, wondering if she was aware of what we saw in Mr. Honeycutt and Mr. Jaxon. "At least it's staff they're short of, not customers," I reasoned thankfully.

"Quite true." The lady smiled in return and before Liz and I could continue beating around the bush, Brendon decided to cut in with a tactless, blunt-as-hell question.

"Are Honeycutt and Jaxon fucking?"

"Dude!" Finn choked, causing Shin to blush furiously while Liz and I rolled our eyes at his downright social ineptness.

The young lady behind the counter stared at us blankly before bursting into laughter. "You must be Xander's students from that high school. Ridiculous name, my brother used to go there. Ridiculously far as well."

We blinked, waiting for her to answer our question. I mean, Brendon's. But also ours. Nevermind.

"All I can say is that they do whatever married couples do, I suppose. I mean they are married, so."

THERE. I KNEW IT.

I turned to Liz with a huge grin on my face only to witness the smile of a devil. I swear, Liz scares the gay out of me sometimes.

"This is so weird. Our teachers are fucking."

Shin blushed even harder til the point whereby he had to turn away from the scene to calm himself. Brendon, who had so cleverly announced the conclusion we had somehow arrived at, had a mixed expression of confusion and disbelief written on his face. Finn could not digest it either.

"I don't know what to say, man," he confessed to us with a difficult face.

"You?" Brendon looked at him as though he was absolutely nuts. "What about me? My entire family are staunch Christians and the bible was all I ever grew up with, you shit. No one's ever told me my teacher was going to be gay—let alone two of them—and married and...fucking."

Liz pinched his arm. "What do you care? It's none of your business, and it's not as if Jaxon or Honeycutt are terrible teachers. They're practically the best we've had if anything. Okay, except when Jaxon gets all sadistic and gives us extra rounds."

"What's this I heard about me?" Mr. Jaxon's voice sounded from behind as he re-appeared in the kitchen. There was a very soft 'Xan!' that came from behind the doorway, which I assumed was Mr. Honeycutt trying to be firm with his husband but ending up sounding like a bunny.

"Sir, why didn't you tell us?"

"About what?" Mr. Jaxon raised a brow at Brendon, who posed the question.

"You and Mr. Honeycutt. Married."

Mr. Jaxon shrugged casually. "Just like you don't tell me about the girls you've slept with."

"He got you good, staunch Christian," Liz said, elbowing Brendon who stood beside her. He ignored her comment.

"Are you calling me a fuckboy?"

"Maybe."

"Kids!" Mr. Honeycutt got in between his husband and his student. "Calling each other out isn't the best way to solve a problem—which, although I'm not too sure what is exactly the um, the problem, b-but I'm sure we can sort this out without profanities and raised voices!" SO CUTE.

Mr. Jaxon turned to him with a look of surprise. "Angel, did you just call me kid?"

"Y-yes because you were being very immature!" He poked the taller one on his arm. "Who picks fights with their students?"

"It's not as if we're in school now," Brendon snorted, and I saw Finn glance down at his box of cupcakes. He must be thinking of the time...

"You're not making any sense Brendon. Stop causing trouble with your petty concerns," Liz snapped all of a sudden, effectively shutting him up. After all, he seemed to listen to Liz most of the time. At least when she means business.

I watched as Shin glanced from face to face, a guilty look in his eyes when he saw the commotion we had stirred.

"We'll be going sir," I took Finn by the arm and proceeded to drag him towards the door while Liz did the same for Brendon, receiving some protest in return. "Sorry for bothering you and thanks for the cupcakes. It's for Evans. He'll definitely like them."

Following this, we somehow managed to bring the two socially inept boys out of the picture before we could hear Mr. Honeycutt's response. God, I hope Mr. Jaxon doesn't give us extra rounds tomorrow for being disrespectful. Either way, I'm probably going to get home fast and start pouring out my fantasies into a single chapter of my fanfic-diary-for-self-enjoyment—I mean, improvement. Self improvement.

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[Xander]

You know me—I don't exactly have the best memory when it comes to things like 'what happened after that' or 'why it happened' unless its ranked number one on my list aka Chip-angel-Honeycutt or Giselle-actually-part-devil-Jaxon. We went home for dinner and it was enough to take my mind of the eventful evening of annoying highschool kid gawking over my husband.

Either way, I woke up feeling perfectly energized thanks to the satisfying Chip-fill that my angel so kindly granted the night before. It's not as if we 'do-the-do' every other day you know. I mean, I can get a little rough sometimes (I don't mean it, I promise, but my fucking self-control does not listen whatsoever).

So I was about to get out of bed and wash first to give my angel a surprise breakfast-in-bed (that I do occasionally) when I realized the sticky situation I was in. IN my defense, talking about my students over dinner wasn't the best way to wake me up after a day of coaching. We kinda got touchy after a bath (which woke me up yes but) and went with it since Giselle was fast sleep after her bedtime movie (she's been into Modern Family recently and I swear her laugh wakes the entire neighborhood).

Okay, I got touchy.

Anyway, sticky situation. Right. So, I realized I was still inside my husband. You know what I mean.

"Angel?" I slipped the covers off his shoulders to wake him up but Chip practiaclly yanked them back and snuggled closer WHILE he was asleep. "Angel...wake up. We have a problem."

He let out a soft sigh and buried his head into my chest. "Mm."

Usually, I wouldn't protest. I mean, Chip was being cute and you have no idea what sort of cute things he mumbles in his sleep. I've heard him say 'strawberries aren't purple' once. At present however, his soft breathing was sending unnecessary tingles to everything below my waist and it was obviously toying with my self-control.

"Angel, please wake up."

For some time, he didn't move. Until his legs straightened out all of a sudden (he sleeps curled up) and scooted closer, entangling with mine.

"Fuck," was all I managed to say in panic upon realizing that I might just be getting a hard-on while being inside him. Not good, Xander. Not good.

"Chip. You really need to wake up right now," I shook his shoulders and all of a fucking sudden, he clenched.

Naturally, it felt good and obviously—it grew.

"Mm...?" Finally, he was awake. Chip rubbed his eyes while craning his neck to meet my gaze. "What..."

"Uh...we have a problem." I waited for him to feel it, and when my angel only continued to look up at me with a puzzled expression, I moved a little to prove my point.

He gasped, ears going red. "W-wha—again...?"

"Well," I avoided his gaze, knowing he was right. It wasn't exactly the first time this had happened. "I...couldn't help it."

"Xan!" My angel hid his face in his hands. "You're so embarrassing!"

"Stop blushing," I laughed, prying his hands away from his face. "It's making me harder."

He looked down and I saw that his nape was flushed as well. "You don't have to tell me that, I can...well, I can feel it."

I tried to slide out, giving him a heads up. "I'm just gonna..."

Then he flinched, curling up a little.

"Ha—"

I stared at Chip, who was covering his mouth and blushing harder than ever. "Did you like that?"

"Stop smirking! You're so mean," he grabbed his pillow and hid his face. "I wah jush shocked at's awl."

I laughed shortly, moving again—this time, teasing. "Here?"

"Stop it! You know that's—ha...a, w-wait I..."

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We were late.

"You knew I had a class this morning! Mrs. Harry called in sick yesterday and they wanted me as relief—you heard me talking on the phone last night!" My angel glared up as we hurried past the main gate and entered the campus. "You're not having any ice cream tonight."

"It's not as if I asked to be late," I reasoned, walking him to the office.

"I-in a way, you were!" Chip insisted with a cross of his arms, looking quite upset.

"Alright, I'm sorry...it's just—"

"Mr. Jaxon, Mr. Honeycutt," we looked up to see the discipline mistress standing before the office doors, appearing as though she had been waiting for us. "Can I speak to you for a minute? Just a quick conversation between...colleagues."

All of a sudden, I was aware of a bunch of students stopping in the hallway just to see what was going on—staring at the two of us who had only just entered the campus. Together.

"Sure."

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A/N: Hmm, unfortunately Cuppie isn't too sure when she's going to update again. Although she has many ideas for the Tap story 'Chip's Phone', which will probably be updated more often than this right here, because it's easier to. There's not much formatting required, after all! ^^ It's also very fun to write chat stories. Do check out the new chapters if you haven't :> They are all FLUFFY oh and not good for the heart ;-; Cuppie will try her best to write as much as possible. 

If you want to take a look at my trip to Japan, I do have an instagram at 'hisangelchip' :> It's private though, so you'll have to request before I accept XD Don't worry, I kinda accept everyone. Just, I'm still keeping my writing life a secret so I don't want any of my friends finding out D: 

Hehe, see you soon. 

-Cuppiecake.