A Different Kind of Devotion (R5 Fanfiction)

Hanaa's POV

"Riker..." I trailed off.  

"It wasn't Curt or Titus, just some of Curt's friends," he sniffled.  

"Oh Riker, don't cry!" I said.  

"I'm sorry," he sniffled again. "There's just so much stress. There's a wedding to plan, there's Glee to film, and now I've got a cracked rib and black eye." 

"Riker, how did you get injured? I need all the details, not just 'fistfight'." 

"I was walking along the beach going to meet Curt and when I got there Curt was off buying food, just his friends were there. They started making fun of me for being in a 'Disney band', shoving me around and stuff. It started to get rough so I pushed them away, defending myself. Then one threw a punch and well, there were two of them and one of me. Curt came back and saw what happened so he sent them home and took me to the ER." 

Riker was full out crying now. I wrapped him in a hug, careful of his cracked rib.  

"Baby, don't cry. We all know you aren't a Disney band, those guys were just being jerks. You'll get better soon, okay? Until then we can put everything off and just hang around, have a stress free week, alright?" 

Riker nodded, sniffled once more, then spoke.  

"I'm better now," he whimpered.  

I started the car and drove, Riker sniffling every once in a while.  

We got home and were bombarded with questions concerning Riker's face. I held the family off, scolding them.  

"Guys, guys, just leave him alone. He's really stressed right now and needs some quiet time." 

That shut everyone up. I led Riker to the living room, turned on the TV, then went back and told the rest of the family what Riker told me.  

Ross got a stony look on his face. I grabbed his arm.  

"Ross, if you're gonna go try to fight them don't bother." 

He let out a breath. "I'm sorry. I just get so pissed off when people call us a Disney band. We're not a freaking Disney band!" 

"Ross. Calm down." I said firmly.  

He took a few deep breaths, cooling down.  

"Thanks Hanaa," he smiled.  

I smiled back. "You're welcome." 

I went back to the living room and cuddled with Riker, watching various shows on TV. He was flicking through the channels and landed on an episode of Glee. He pointed to the screen.  

"It was those guys," he said.  

I gasped. "Those b****es!"  

"Hanaa!" Riker raised his eyebrows.  

"Those are some of the guys that made fun of me for dating a member of a Disney band," I fumed.  

"You're right, they are b****es," Riker agreed.  

"Why don't we change the channel," I suggested.  

"Agreed," Riker answered, flipping through more channels.  

The TV landed on Ridiculousness.  

"Stay here!" I begged. "We used to laugh our heads off at this show!" 

Riker set the remote down and we started to watch Ridiculousness. Soon, we were laughing like old times.  

After about three episodes, I couldn't breathe and there were tears in my eyes. Riker was in almost the same condition.  

We turned off the TV and Riker went to stand up, but then flopped back on the couch holding his mouth.  

"I whacked my lip with my knee," he whimpered. He removed his hand. "It's bleeding." 

I got a wet rag and dapped his lip off, despite his winces in pain. Soon, the bleeding had almost completely stopped, only one small red trickle from his lip was left.  

I looked into his one good eye and he looked back into mine.  

Then we kissed.