All right, so here's my humble abode," Cooper said as they walked into his apartment. Cooper put Blaine's bag down by the couch. "I wish I could offer you more privacy, but since I only have one bedroom, we gotta make do," he said.
Blaine looked around his brother's apartment, sparsely furnished but with the impeccable taste which both Andersons had inherited from their father. "Oh no worries Coop, this is great. The couch looks really comfy," Blaine assured his brother.
"So you're gonna tour some West Coast schools? I would've thought you'd be heading to New York next year," Cooper said as he made his way to the adjoining kitchen. "Want something to drink?"
"I'm okay, thanks. Well, of course I'm considering New York. Kurt's there and he means so much to me. But, I want to keep my options open," said Blaine as he opened his bag and began pulling out and organizing the contents, getting himself situated for his two-week long stay.
"That's what I like to hear brother, that you're growing a spine there. It's good to take a stand for independence," Cooper said as he slapped his brother's shoulder and handed him a beer.
"Hey! I've got a spine already, I don't need to grow one. And what's with this beer? I thought big brothers are supposed to be a good influence," Blaine said, annoyed but also secretly flattered that Cooper would think he's grown up enough to share a drink with.