Disclaimer: Fox owns the Glee and Ryan Murphy came up with the original idea. Not mine.
Pairing/Character:Rachel, Quinn
When/Where: AU in NYC.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 10 of 100 )
"What are you going to do with it?" Rachel asked, once Quinn assured her that it wouldn't be staying in their apartment. She would never admit it, but there was something slightly erotic about watching the long, slim fingers of her roommate picking up the pieces of the deadly weapon as she examined it.
"I can't sell it," Quinn said. Rachel nodded in understanding. She didn't envy Quinn's relationship with her father, but this was the only thing of his she had left. "There's a small gun range in the building next door to my office. If I get a Pistol license and pay for a membership they'll let me store it there."
"Do all guns have that many pieces?" Rachel asked. She'd never really thought about the mechanics of something that deadly, though she'd seen prop guns in one of her earlier plays.
"Hmm?" Quinn looked up at her, puzzled by the question.
"It's like an evil puzzle," Rachel said. "With many tiny pieces."
"Oh. It's a special competition pistol," Quinn said. "It does have more parts."
"Did you ever win?" Rachel asked, trying to visualize Quinn holding the gun.
Quinn shrugged. "I did okay. I'm better with skeet."
End Note:
I don't know much about pistols or competition shooting, but with a little Googling, decided Quinn's pistol looked something like this one: CZ 75 TS Czechmate (You'll have to google for a picture of it. Sorry.) And skeet shooting seems like a very Quinn thing to do.