Kurt winces as the disgruntled-looking man at the ticket counter stamps the back of his hand fairly hard, sneering at him and leaving a blob of green ink in the shape of Ohio on his skin. He steps through the gated entrance and watches as his boyfriend is stamped (and judging by the look on Blaine's face, just as hard as he was) then makes his way over to him.

"Where do you want to go first? You won our contest, so you pick." Blaine asks. "I'm shocked, and I don't know how you did it, but you won."

"I won because I have a bit more self control than you do. Plus, I got very, very lucky, because if you remember, I only won by a few seconds." Kurt laughs. "And I want to see the entries for the flower show. You never know when a good floral arrangement might come in handy."

Blaine rolls his eyes a bit. He isn't really interested in looking at a bunch of fancy flowers. "Aren't they in the building next to the water where the Dock-Dogs are? Please say we can go see the dogs. Please, please, please?" Blaine clasps his hands together, begging like a child for a toy that caught their eye at the grocery store.

"As long as we can watch from somewhere in the shade. I packed my SPF 50, but there's a limit to how much sunscreen can do." Kurt answers, double checking his bag. "It's way too hot out for this time of year." He's already starting to sweat, even though he is only wearing a white t-shirt with the dark black jeans Blaine had picked out. He's also wearing his most comfortable boots, but they are knee high black leather, and heavy.

"I think there's some trees we can sit under." Blaine says. "Want to get a frozen lemonade and head over?"

"Sounds good." Kurt sticks out his elbow to his boyfriend. "Shall we?"

Blaine takes his arm and laughs. "We shall, good Sir, we shall."

They hit the first stand they see that sells the refreshment they are looking for, and pick up a funnel cake to share. They make their way over to the other end of the fairgrounds where a stage is set up at the edge of a small lake. A sign on the stage says that the next show will start in just five minutes, and they can see owners and their dogs gathering at the back of the stage.

"So which one would you have if you could take one home?" Kurt asks, popping a small piece of funnel cake into his mouth.

"I don't know. That little black collie is cute. I'm not sure I could pick just one." Blaine says after looking over the dogs. "I'd have to play with them all and figure out their personalities. It looks like fun though."

Kurt laughs and throws funnel cake at him. "You are so going to be a dog in your next life. You're already such an overgrown puppy."

To that, Blaine leans over and licks him on his cheek. "Woof."

After the show, they walk around aimlessly, drinking water and tea and lemonade and eating snow cones as they wonder. Kurt buys a frozen banana dipped in chocolate and teases Blaine with it, eating it like he's giving it head. Blaine can't say he's too sorry when Kurt trips over a rock and drops the banana in the dirt, ending his suffering.

"Let's go see the 4-H bunnies after! They're right next to the floral building." Blaine suggests. Kurt agrees, and Blaine watches with a smile on his face as Kurt gushes over some of the more elaborate arrangements.

"White hibiscus, Blaine. How the hell did they get white hibiscus in the middle of Ohio?" Kurt asks, pointing at a display of absolutely stunning tropical flowers.

"Greenhouse maybe? I have no idea. Maybe they cheated and brought them from Hawaii or something." Blaine guesses. "I don't know much about them."

"They don't grow here. It's too cold. Plus, the blooms only last for one day. Then they drop off." Kurt says. "And judging by the look on your face, you're about to drop off from boredom. Let's go see the bunnies."

With that, Blaine perks up. "See them. We can't take them home with us." Kurt warns.

Blaine ends up having to drag him away from a white angora rabbit with blue eyes that Kurt has fallen in love with, and they wander around the fairgrounds playing games and people watching. Then Kurt sees the Ferris wheel.

"Can we go on? Please?" Kurt begs. There's no line, and if they hurry, they can get right on with no waiting.

"Of course we can. I really need to find a restroom first though." Blaine says.

"Can you hold it? The ride only takes a few minutes, and we have no idea where the restrooms even are." Kurt asks eagerly, taking another sip of his lemonade. He's only just starting to feel that familiar twinge in his bladder, so he figures Blaine can't be as bad off as he says.

"You're right. But we go around just once, then we run straight to the restrooms. This is pushing it." Blaine says. He takes Kurt's hand and they head to the ride.

They pay their tickets and get on. The first time around is fine, even if Blaine is a bit squirmy. On their second loop around, the big wheel jolts to a stop, leaving them stranded at the top.

"Well, that can't be good." Kurt says, looking down at the operator on the ground as he tries to figure out what went wrong.

After a few minutes, Blaine starts getting antsy and nervous. He's desperate now, and squirming hard enough to shake their little compartment. "This is bad." Blaine says. "How much longer do you think this is going to take?"

Kurt takes another look down at the control box. There's thick black smoke coming out of it. He turns his attention back to the inside of their pod. He doesn't care to be stuck up high. and the rocking motion from Blaine is making him more nervous and slightly queasy. "I don't know. Can't be too long. In the meantime, can you sit still? The rocking is making me nervous."

Blaine does his best to sit still. It doesn't work. Eventually Kurt slides over and sits next to him. "You know, if you're hard, you won't pee." Kurt reaches over and starts stroking over Blaine's fabric covered cock. It works at first; Blaine starts to get hard. Kurt slowly unzips Blaine's pants, reaching his hand in and twisting his fingers over the head. It's damp, and Kurt feels a small dribble of fresh urine run over his skin before Blaine pulls his hand free.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it." Blaine says, squeezing his cock through his pants. "We have to get off. I've really got to go and I don't want to wet myself. Everyone will see. I can't hold it much longer."

Kurt, thinking quickly, looks around. "You could pee on the floor, and say you spilled a drink."

"Not if I can help it. That's kind of rude." Blaine says, a bit shocked that Kurt would even suggest that. "And I don't think I could keep a straight face when we got off."

"Oh! I know!" Kurt grabs his bag. He has a mostly finished lemonade in the water bottle holder on the side. He pulls the top off, knocks back the rest of the drink to empty the cup, pulling out and aiming Blaine's dick straight into it.

Blaine asks if Kurt is sure, and Kurt nods, but Blaine is already pissing a torrent by the time he does. Kurt holds his dick and keeps it aimed at the cup the entire time, stroking him slowly as he does.

When the cup is almost full, Blaine's stream trickles off and dies. Kurt strokes him slowly, making sure to get the last few drops into the cup. Blaine moans softly at the touch and Kurt keeps stroking him. He takes the lid and hands it to Blaine, who puts it back on the now full cup and sets it on the floor and under their seat.

Kurt locks eyes with Blaine and moves to his knees in front of his boyfriend. He tugs Blaine's underwear down under his balls and leans forward, taking the head of his cock into his mouth. He runs his tongue along the vain and and takes him down to the back of his throat. He sucks him off hard and fast, not wasting any time. They both know the ride could start up again at any time. The risk of getting caught sends a jolt of arousal through Kurt, and straight to his already hard cock. He has to palm at himself for a little relief while he sucks Blaine.

Blaine quickly comes with a muffled shout down Kurt's throat, and Kurt licks him clean before tucking him back in. Blaine zips himself back up and pulls Kurt up onto the bench seat next to him. He strokes Kurt through the denim of his jeans, listening to him moan and whimper over the noises of the fair. He manages to get Kurt's zipper half way down when the ride jolts and they start moving again, killing Blaine's plan to return the favor. They reach the bottom and agree not to go on the ride again as they exit.

"Let's go play some games." Blaine suggests. "Wanna play some ski ball?"

"Sure." Kurt says, and they head to the center of the fairgrounds where the games are.

"I just realized I left that cup on the Ferris wheel." Kurt laughs as they walk around the midway, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Oops." Blaine laughs with him, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder. "I hope it doesn't tip over."

"Oh my god, you're awful." Kurt teases.

They wonder around the fairgrounds, visiting horses and sheep and sticking to the younger, cuter animals. They get to the pig house but they don't stay long, because the smell is overwhelming. They decide to visit smaller animals, where there is lesser chance of stepping in a pile of manure.

They visit the 4-H rabbits again, and Blaine has to pry Kurt away from the cages. Kurt tries to pass it off as wanting the fur to make yarn for Carol to knit with, but Blaine sees through it. Kurt is still attached to the white angora rabbit sitting by himself in the corner of the cage.

"Fine. No rabbit." Kurt says. "Ugh, I need to pee."

"Do you want me to unlock you?" Blaine asks, fishing around in his pockets for his keys.

"No." Kurt answers. "I'm fine for now. Let's go watch the dogs again and get under some shade."

They head back to the tree they were sitting under earlier and watch another showing of the dogs. They compare this group with the earlier dogs and watch as they try to break their records. A few dogs in and all the splashing is getting to Kurt.

"All that splashing is starting to get to me. Let's go find a restroom." Kurt says, standing up and reaching for Blaine's hand to help him to his feet.

"There was one in the flower show building." Blaine says, and they head in that direction. They go inside the flower building and are greeted with a yellow sign, saying the restrooms are out of order and now closed.

"Now what?" Blaine asks.

"I can hold it a bit longer. Let's keep looking for another bathroom." Kurt says, crossing his legs and turning to leave. "We have to come across one sooner or later. And if not, we can come back and hope they have this one open again by then." Kurt doesn't sound too sure of himself. "I really don't want to have to use a porta-john. They're gross. God only knows what I'd catch." He shivers at the thought.

They look around for a while, but can't find another bathroom even though they end up walking almost the entire length of the grounds.

"Alright. I give up. Let's just go find a spot for the concert. I think I can hold it for a while yet." Kurt says.

They find a clear spot on the grass along the edge of the field where they won't be trampled and get comfortable. The band comes on stage and introduces themselves. They start playing and Kurt stays down on the ground with his legs crossed. The music is loud enough that they can't really hear each other speak.

Kurt gets more and more desperate as each song plays out. He squirms, fidgets, and tries sitting on his heel. Nothing works. He can feel his bladder throbbing and begging for release, even though he tries to ignore it. His jeans, though not as tight as some others he owns, are still very snug, and are cutting into the swell of his lower abdomen. Eventually he has to tap Blaine on the shoulder and give him a signal to go. Blaine stands and carefully helps his boyfriend up off of the grass. The porta-johns aren't too horribly far from the stage area, and after a few minutes of walking they find them. They also find a line about twenty people long.

"Will you make it or should we go see if they've opened the restrooms again?" Blaine asks Kurt quietly, concerned for his boyfriend, who obviously didn't have much time left.

"I'll never make it that far, and I doubt I'll make it through this line." Kurt hisses back, crossed his legs and bending at the waist a bit. He can feel himself dribbling into his jeans, drop by drop. "You know what? I have a better idea. Come with me." Kurt says, grabbing Blaine's hand and dragging him away.

They walk across the grass field a few hundred yards to a clump of pine trees. It's almost secluded from the rest of the festival, and no one else is anywhere near there. Kurt sits down on the grass and leans back on the heels of his boots. He pulls the hem of his shirt away from his jeans as fast as he can.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asks, curious as to what Kurt is about to do. "Do you want out of the lock yet? You could go on one of the trees. I don't think anyone can see us from here."

"That's the point," Kurt says, smiling and grabbing Blaine's arm as he pulls him down to sit. "I'm already going."

Blaine's eyes are immediately drawn to Kurt's crotch. It isn't obvious, other than the slight glistening on the denim of the jeans and the look of bliss on Kurt's face, what's going on. His jeans are so dark they don't change color, even though they are being soaked.

They are far enough away from the music that Blaine can hear it hissing into Kurt's jeans. Kurt gives a push and pisses hard enough for it to bubble up over the denim and shoot a small stream over the top of his thigh and hip. The sight makes Kurt giggle quietly, and Blaine whimpers from how fast he gets hard again. He wants to touch Kurt, but holds himself back.

Blaine presses a hand to his own hard on, trying to make it go down since there isn't much he can do about it here. They might be surrounded by a bunch of trees and out view for the most part, but he isn't dumb enough to jerk off in public.

Kurt finishes and stands, shaking his feet off from the few drops that have landed on the leather of his boots. "So. Back to the concert?" he asks, acting like nothing happened.

Blaine decides right then and there that he's going to do whatever it takes to marry this boy. They take each others' hand and walk back towards the band just as the opening notes to "Jump With My Baby" start to play.