Legacy

[griefofdawn]

Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy came up with the original idea, Fox owns Glee. Not mine.
Pairing/Character:Rachel, Quinn, a box
When/Where: Post-Christmas. AU, still in NYC.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 9 of 100 )

---

The heavy metal case stared up at her from the kitchen table. It hadn't been there when she left for the theater. Nervously touching it, she could see several very large keyholes on one side.

"What's that?" she asked Quinn, who was sitting there, staring at it.

"It's from my father," her roommate said.

"Isn't he..." she couldn't finish the sentence. The last she'd heard of Russell Fabray after Quinn's mother had divorced him had been one of her fathers mentioning seeing an obituary.

"Dead? Yes," Quinn said, not looking up from the case. "At least that's what my mother claims."

"You didn't go to his funeral?" Rachel asked, shocked.

"Nope," Quinn said. "He wouldn't have wanted me there. My sister said I didn't miss much."

"And that?" Rachel asked.

"My father was very..." Quinn shook her head. "He didn't get the son he wanted. But he had very traditional ideas about women. So..."

"I'm not sure I understand," Rachel said.

"For my sixteenth birthday he got me a membership in the Lima Gun Club," Quinn visibly winced. "He said this would be mine when I turned eighteen."

"What is it?" Rachel braced herself, her pacifist soul dreading the answer.