He'd always been good at saying whatever he wanted anyone to know.

He'd even started talking at an extremely early age, seven months to be exact. At seven months and eight days old he wanted nothing but attention, so it was only slightly weird to his family when he yelled 'Coop!' across the table to his brother who was eating his cereal trying to get ready to leave for school. From that moment on, he'd always talked to everyone. The check out workers at the grocery store, anyone at the park, the young woman who walked past their house with her puppy.

He brought home his first A-plus paper when he was in the first grade. He'd had to write about his closest friend. He'd written about Cooper. He's written about how he was his best friend, and he loved when they got to hang out. He wrote about how he looked up to Cooper and how he was so good at acting in his plays.

He presented his first oral speech in the third grade. His teacher had asked him to talk about his favorite book. He'd stood infront of the class, curly hair falling over his round classes, and talked about Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets for more than ten minutes.

He was put in the AP speech classes at his first high school. And accelled in them too. His parents were immensly proud of his abilities, always excited when he brought home a good grade.

He was able to come out to his parents with no trouble. The words coming out of him more naturally than anything he'd ever said before. They hugged him and promised him that they still loved him, and promised him that he never had to lie to himself about anything he felt anymore.

He'd even been able to give full detail of his attack at the dance in the court, only crying when he was completely finished. The people in the courtroom fighting tears at the ammount of details he was giving.

He'd gone above and beyond with the English academics at Dalton, impressing all of his classmates and fellow warblers, leading them to ask them if he could tutor them.

But his knowledge of words was immediately gone on a chilly day in November of 2011. The boy who had stopped him on the stairs had taken all of Blaine's mass vocabulary with him. As much as he told himself that there was nothing between them, he couldn't even find the words to tell himself that.

And one sunny day in March when he finally made his move, he'd had to say to himself everything he wanted to say before he got there so he didn't forget it.

He honestly hated himself for his lack of anything to say, but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He'd even decided on that day in March that right then he wanted to tell Kurt he loved him, but not even that would come out.

So he waited.

He waited through March, letting Kurt talk to him, and even for him the night when he met the brunette's family. Mostly because he couldn't say any of it himself.

He waited through April, actually finding words once, only to tell him how much he didn't want him to leave Dalton. But losing them again as soon as he considered telling Kurt how much he loved him.

He waited through most of may. Taking Kurt to the airport for him to leave for nationals. Kissing him goodbye, but saying nothing more than 'Have a great time'. Which even that was small for him. Of all the words he could say he chose 'great'.

He spent an entire weekend waiting for Kurt to come home. This was going to be it. He was going to say it this time. He'd finally straightened out his brain enough to think of the entire way that he wanted to say this. This was going to be special for both he and Kurt, he as sure of it.

He didn't intend on just blurting it out in the middle of a coffee shop over coffees with him as he talked about his trip and the loss at nationals. The words left his mouth and the same pink blush covered both of their cheeks. Kurt coughed a little, choking on his coffee and sputtering out an 'I love you too'.

Blaine sighed at put his head in his hands. Telling Kurt about his plans of how special the declaration was supposed to be. Kurt only smiled respond that he happened to think it was cute how Blaine couldn't use his words.

He giggled at his boyfriend, telling himself soon enough he'd find his words. And if he didn't, he didn't really mind losing all of them to Kurt.

I just wanna tell you I love you,

but it's the hardest thing to say.