Author's Note: Warning for major character death and talk of past suicidal thoughts, blink and you'll miss it mention of past attempted non-con.

Disclaimer: I don't own it

Derry County Hospital

Finn, Sam, and Rory were all in the waiting room outside of the ICU. Kurt had gone outside to get some air, and Blaine had gone with him. After what happened to David, they weren't going to let anyone be alone, even for a minute. Blaine was just sitting on the steps to the hospital, watching Kurt pace. He hadn't let the pale man out of his sight after that incident with the clown. That kiss had been hard, and uncomfortable. He wondered what it would be like to kiss the real thing.

Blaine was pulled from his musings when Kurt stopped by a rose bush and stared to tear apart one of the flowers he said to himself, "If David dies, there will be five of us left. Who comes next? Which one of us? Why is It doing this? Why does It hate? Why is It so mean?" the stress of the last two days was finally getting to him and he couldn't keep it in any longer.

Blaine stood and walked over to Kurt as his slight form began to shake from the force of his sobs. He grabbed the man he loved and pulled him into a hug.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt said, once he had calmed down a little, but not pulling out of the hug, "I want to tell you something…you remember what my father was like?" Kurt felt Blaine nod, "I fell in love with a man who turned out to be everything I always hated in my father! Why would I do that? How could I be so blind?!"

Blaine shook his head, he was still holding Kurt in his arms, "If you see it now, you're not blind anymore, Kurt. Congratulations, that's a miracle…besides, at least you fell in love with somebody…at least you felt…something…that's a miracle, too," even if it wasn't with me, remained unsaid.

Kurt smiled, "You have the heart of a poet, Blaine," he sighed, closing his eyes before they snapped open again, "…Your hair is winter fire…" he whispered, hesitantly.

Blaine pulled back as if he had been shocked, and stared at Kurt in fear, "Why did you say that?" he asked, harshly.

"You wrote it, didn't you," Kurt asked, confused by the reaction, he noticed how scared Blaine looked, "Your hair is winter fire, January embers…something else," he trailed off, the rest of the poem lost over the years, "All this time I thought it was Finn, but it was you, wasn't it?"

Blaine took another step back, "Dammit, Kurt, is that you in there or is that the clown?! I don't know what the hell is going on! How the hell am I supposed to know—"

He was cut off when Kurt gently grabbed his face with two soft hands, "It's me," he said calmly, before pulling Blaine into a kiss that he had been waiting thirty years for and that Kurt had never even known he had wanted. Kurt pulled back with a sigh "My heart burns there, too."

Blaine pulled him back into a kiss. This was what he had always wanted. The one with the imposter had been rough and harsh. It had lust, deception, and anger behind it. This was simply…perfect. The feel of Kurt's soft lips against his own was everything he had ever dreamed of. Blaine poured thirty years of unrequited love into the kiss. Kurt seemed almost hesitant as he moved his mouth against Blaine's. The curly haired man placed his hands on Kurt's slim waist and pulled him closer.

Kurt hadn't known a kiss could feel like this. Adam had been his first relationship, and he had been nothing but rough and bruising. This held passion, but Kurt was able to feel the love Blaine had for him and it was like nothing he had ever known. This beautiful man loved him, and Kurt knew in his heart, that he could love Blaine back.

They were both so caught up in a kiss that was thirty years in the making that they didn't notice Rory running into the courtyard. He awkwardly cleared his throat and motioned them back inside. They ran back to the waiting room where David's doctor was waiting with Sam and Finn.

"David's gonna be okay," Sam said happily.

Kurt and Blaine breathed a sigh of relief, "Can we see him," Kurt asked.

The doctor shook his head, "He's not out of the woods yet…I suppose one of you could see him, but only for a minute." They turned to Finn.

"You're closest to him," Blaine said, holding Kurt's hand. The others nodded in agreement. Finn gave a nod and walked into David's room. David's eyes were closed, so Finn was quiet as he approached.

"David?" he whispered. David opened his eyes and Finn breathed a sigh of relief, "Everyone else is outside."

"Karofsky?" David asked.

"Dead." David nodded.

"Police?"

"Not yet."

"Be careful," he warned, "You can't trust anyone."

Finn smirked, "If anybody asks, a party got out of hand. You were dancing on a table, took a fall…that sort of thing."

David chuckled, "Anyone who has seen me dance would buy that. What are you gonna do?"

Finn's smile faded, "I don't know, man…I honestly do not know."

David nodded, "My jacket," he said motioning to the wardrobe, "Outside pocket." Finn opened the wardrobe and reached into the pocket, pulling out two heavy silver stones. Earrings, to be exact. The same ones he had seen thirty years before.

"They're silver!" Finn shouted, finally losing his patience with Puck, "They can kill it."

Finn stared at David, "But we left these down in the s—" he trailed off, hoping that David hadn't put his life in danger, but his friend only nodded, "You went back?" he asked, shocked.

"I was pretty sure It was asleep."

"Pretty sure? You went alone?"

"Ten years ago, my life was really going downhill. It was a suicide. I think I really wanted It to wake up and kill me. It took me all day, stumbling around in the dark. I found one right away in the drain trap. The other one, the one that hit Pennywise, was lodged in a crack in the wall. I figured we might need that kind of help again one day. When I came out I kinda started to get my life together. All that changed was this," he said, putting a hand up to his hair, which Finn hadn't really noticed, which had gone completely gray, "almost overnight. Fear," he said with a shrug, "Finn…if you decide not to use those stones, if you leave, I'll understand."

Finn smiled gratefully and put his hand on his friends. He honestly didn't know what they were going to do.

Back at the hotel, they were in Sam's room, trying to decide what to do with Dave Karofsky's body. Kurt, who hadn't been able to look at him, had covered the corpse with a throw blanket.

"People, that is a dead body!" Blaine said, "You're not seriously suggesting that we just walk out and leave it lying there!" he said to Finn.

"Yeah," Finn said, calmly, "That is what I'm suggesting."

"I think we oughtta call the police."

"I think Rory's right," Sam said, from where he was packing his bag.

"Sam, this whole town is It in some way. All of them," Finn said, trying to make them understand why they couldn't call the police.

Kurt still remembered Mr. Ryan, standing on his porch, just watching as Kurt was nearly molested. "Finn's right. If we call the police, get the town involved, something bad is going to happen to one of us. Maybe all of us!"

"Alright, have it your way," Rory said, voice shaking, "Puck's dead, David came close. I've seen enough."

"I'm with you, boy," Sam said.

"You can put this behind you? Just like that?"

"I am a little old for monster hunting, Finn!" Rory yelled, "So was David!"

"So was Puck!" Sam cut in. Rory turned to Blaine.

"How do you feel about this?"

"I don't know," the curly haired man replied, "All I know is that I can't stay in this room much longer. So, I-I suggest we just turn on the T.V. hang a do not disturb sign on the door, go outside, and then figure out what to do," he said before leaving the room.

"I second that," Kurt agreed, following him out. Finn was right behind them and Rory went next, hanging the do not disturb sign on the door. Sam zipped up his bag, turned on the T.V. and went to leave the room. As he went to close the door, something on the news made him stop.

"Police Chief Clarington said the victim, five-year-old Lauren Zizes, was playing at a creek near her home. Authorities have not yet said whether there might be a connection between this, and the recent rash of disappearances involving young children. They do say, however, that the body was severely mutilated. In other news, a series of robberies in the East End have local officials baffle—"

Sam shut the door and locked it behind him. He tried to wipe the picture the news had had of that little girl from his mind. A cute, pudgy brunette with glasses was dead. And he knew it was because of It. He shook his head and went caught up to his friends as they were walking down the stairs.

"I'd appreciate it if you would just put that on my card and send me a receipt," Blaine said from the front of the line to the girl at reception, tossing his keys onto the front desk.

"Me too, thank you," Kurt said, politely, not slowing down.

"Me too," said Rory.

"Alright, loads of fun, gotta go, buy," Sam said, practically throwing his key at the poor girl. Finn just gave a smile and a nod as he went by, placing his own key on the desk when he stopped. Beethoven's 5th was playing in one of the parlor rooms. He didn't know why, but he walked over to the room the music was coming from and saw a woman sitting at the piano, a young boy at her side, facing away from him. Was this real? Why would it not be? Why does this feel so out of place? Finn closed his eyes and turned around. He didn't open them until he was walking away.

He left the hotel and looked at his friends. Kurt and Blaine appeared to be sharing a cab, while Sam was giving Rory a ride. They all stopped what they were doing to look at him.

"Need a ride, Finn?" Sam asked, after a few seconds of silence.

"Where are you going, Sammy?"

"Airport."

"I guess we are, too, Finn," Blaine said from where he stood next to Kurt.

"Come with us," Kurt pleaded.

Finn shook his head, "I saw something. And I have no idea if it was real. If any of you would've seen it or not. I can't go. Because if I do, then I'm going to live with this until I go insane. Until I can't tell the difference between my life and my bad dreams. For years I've been getting paid to scare people, but I'm the one that's been scared. All my life…I don't wanna be scared anymore. I'm going back in, this time I'm gonna kill It."

"Help me," Eleven-year-old Finn asked from where he was standing by the creek, "Help me. Please help me."

They had made a promise to him then that they would help him kill It. Kurt walked over and pulled him into a hug. Blaine followed and they were joined by Rory. Sam just looked at them and nodded. They sent Kurt and Blaine's cab away, piled into Sam's rental, and drove to the Barrens.

Sam had planned to take David's boxes of supplies back to his house, so they were already in his trunk. Kurt was changing his shoes while Finn and Blaine looked over the blueprints.

Sam looked at his flashlight and said, "I don't suppose anyone thought to bring anything useful? Like a machine gun, perhaps."

"I brought this," Kurt said, pulling an old slingshot out of his bag, "It's the only thing I saved from those days."

Blaine gave him a fond smile, "I remember you were a dead-shot, Kurt."

"You couldn't miss," Rory said.

"It was like it was supposed to be Kurt, remember? You hit the clown, Pennywise, in the head and it broke open?"

"And underneath it was a light," Kurt said.

"Bright lights," Rory said with a nod.

"Dead lights," Finn cut in, rolling up the blueprints, "We saw them, too, for a second. Kurt," he reached into his pocket and pulled out the silver stones."

Kurt's eyes widened at the sight, "Finn…How on Earth?"

"David went down and got them, these are for him," he put one in Kurt's open palm, "and for Puck," he added the other and closed Kurt's small hand into a fist.

Rory put his hand on Finn's, "The lucky seven."

Blaine put his hand on Rory's, "We're all here now."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Oh, come on. Guys what the hell are you gonna do now, sing Kumbaya? Wake up! Take a breath! Do you smell that? That's death. It's not for Dave, it's not for Puck, it's not for Dave Karofsky! It's for us! It's in the air! Losers fight It, losers die! And you know that, don't you, captain?" he said, leveling a glare at Finn.

"You don't have to go down there, Sam," the tall man said.

"Right," Sam scoffed, "I didn't have to get on a plane in L.A, I didn't have to go to the dinner, I sure as hell didn't have to come out here, and now I don't have to go in," the others just stared at him. Sam sighed, "I still say we should've brought a machine gun."

Finn gave a small chuckle and started to walk down the hill, the others following closely. They walked into the abandoned sewers, and it was just like when they were children. It was still dark, and still cold. The smell was the worst, though. It wasn't like anything you would expect in a sewer… this was the scent of death. Decay and rot hit them as soon as they walked in. They didn't stop, not until they reached that same old manhole they had climbed down thirty years before.

Blaine climbed down first. As the others followed, he said, "I remember, the first thing I saw down here was one of those pompoms…" he cut himself off as something on the floor caught his eye. It was a maroon handbag, with a star embroidered in gold on the front. He picked it up and shined his flashlight on it, "This purse…it looks new."

Finn's eyes widened and his face filled with dread, "My god," he breathed, grabbing the purse from Blaine's hands.

"Finn?" Kurt asked, concerned. Finn didn't respond.

"It's not possible," he muttered, tearing open the purse and looking for identification. Anything that would prove that this purse wasn't hers, "Rachel," he whispered, pulling out her passport, "What in God's name…" he trailed off, and stared down the dark tunnel, "She's down here. It's got her," he didn't waste another second before taking off down the tunnel.

"Finn! Wait dammit!" Blaine yelled after him, before he and the others chased after their distraught friend.

Finn got halfway down the tunnel before he slipped in something he would rather not think about and fell to the hard cement floor. He was so worried for his wife that he couldn't breathe. He just pulled his long legs up to his chest and tried to stave off the panic attack he could feel forming. If there was ever a time to remain calm, this was it. He could hear his friends calling for him, but he couldn't think.

"You're gonna get yourself killed, Finn!" Blaine said when they found him.

Finn could barely speak, "I-i-it's m-m-my fault!" he sobbed, "F-f-f-followed me! I-I t-told her—" Kurt cut him off.

"Finn! That's enough! If she is down here, there's only one way you can help her. Now, you know what we came down here for! And we're going to do it! Now we need you! We need you to stand up for us like before, or none of us are going to get out of here!"

Finn looked down, ashamed. Kurt was right. If there was any way to save his wife, he needed to pull himself together. He pulled himself to his feet and took a deep breath before turning to the others, "Stay close together." They went on down the tunnels, following the path David had made for them on the blueprints.

Blaine shook his head when they met a fork that wasn't on the blueprints, "It looks like we're off the map," he said, crumbling the paper.

"That way," Rory said, pointing right. They followed the tunnel until they reached the heart of the sewers, "We're here," the Irish man said.

They looked around. The walls were still cracked, but roots from the plants above them had broken through the ceiling.

Rory looked up at them and shuddered, before praying out loud, "God, please don't let these things come to life."

"Don't you even think that, Rory," Sam said, not wanting to take any chances.

"Something's coming," Finn said, cutting them off. Sailing towards them down a stream of sewage water, was a little boat made of old newspaper. It stopped at Finn's feet. He looked down the tunnel it had come down. Standing at the end, was the figure of a young boy, wearing a raincoat. It hung awkwardly on his body where his right arm was supposed to be.

"My boat," the young boy said.

"Joe," Finn choked out. Joe went on.

"It's all your fault."

Finn's heart broke, "Joe…"

"All your fault, Finn. You sent me out and It killed me!"

"No…no, Joe…I d-d-didn't mean—"

"Finn," Kurt cut him off, "remember that's not Joe! Remember! Fight It!"

"It was in the drain, Finn," the creature went on, "It was in the drain! And you let It kill me!"

"No!" Finn cried, unable to listen to the words coming out of his innocent little brother's mouth, "I l-loved you."

"Dammit, Finn, that thing's not Joe!" Blaine shouted.

"Come on, man," Rory said, "Fight It!"

Finn took strength from his friends and looked the thing in the eyes, "You're…not Joe. Joe is dead. And it's not my fault." Falsely innocent eyes glared at him as the small figure vanished from view. Finn closed his eyes, and said, "You killed my brother, you bastard. Let's see you now. Let's see you now. Show yourself," there was nothing, Finn continued, "You killed my little brother, and now you're gonna pay."

"Go!" the clown's rough voice filled the room, but It was nowhere to be seen, "Go! While there's still a chance! This is your last warning!"

"Show yourself!" Finn's voice was steady.

"Silly boy," came from in front of them. The clown wasn't there, but it was almost as if It was projecting Itself to them, "You still think you can see me?" It laughed, "You'll never see me! You'll see only what your little mind can allow. Go! Now! For if you stay…you'll lose your little minds in my deadlights," It whispered, sounding more frightening then It ever had, "Like all the others. Like all the others," the thing laughed as all trace of It faded.

Sam walked up to Finn, "Finn…Finn we can't fight that thing. It's like trying to fight smoke."

"Don't you understand what David was trying to tell us," Finn said, calmly, "It feeds Sam. It wakes up every thirty years, and It feeds. And in order to feed, It has to take on some kind of physical form. It's here…down here…somewhere…" he looked down at the boat he was holding. It had come from somewhere, and now it needed to go back. He put the boat back in the water and waited. The boat started to move, away from the drain. The five men followed.

They followed the boat for a good ten minutes until it stopped at what appeared to be some kind of small bank. There was a walkway leading up to a tiny door, that was lined with too small human skulls.

"Fe fi fo fum," Sam tried to joke, but his voice was too hard.

"Are we going to be strong enough," Blaine asked.

"We have to be," Kurt said, taking his hand.

"I have to tell you guys something, before we go in there," Rory said, "I-I've been lying."

"About what?" Sam asked.

"When I said that I was seeing someone…but I'm not…in fact I haven't ever…I mean, I've never even been with any—"

"Rory, Rory what are you saying," Sam interrupted, "You're a virgin?"

"Yeah."

Sam was quiet for a second, "Well, I can't help you with that, pal. Thanks for sharing."

Kurt rolled his eyes at him, "Sam let him talk." He walked over to Rory and took his hand.

Rory blushed, "You see…I could never sleep with somebody that I didn't love. But I've never really loved anyone…except for you guys."

Kurt gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, "You're not the only one," he said kindly, causing the other four men to look at him in shock. Kurt sighed, "I could never be with someone I didn't trust. I've only ever trusted six people," he said, with a pointed look at them, "Now, enough of this. Let's go."

They turned back to the small door. Finn crouched down in front of it and pushed it open. The door opened up into a large, dank cave. A white substance covered most of the roof of the cave. The smell of rot was even stronger in here, and when Finn shined his light up to the roof to get a better look at the white stuff, they could see why.

Bodies. There were dead, rotting bodies hanging above their heads, the white substance forming a web.

They all float.

And once you're down here with me…you'll float too!

They felt sick as they finally realized what It meant.

Finn walked closer to the web. He didn't know why. Just to see if anyone was alive. He felt his stomach roil as he saw just how deep it went. How many corpses were trapped up there. He went to turn back to his friends when he saw a familiar face.

Thick, dark brown hair. Chocolate colored eyes stared at nothing, but did not blink. A prominent nose that spoke of her heritage.

"Rachel," he whispered, before dropping the flashlight and attempting to climb the rock wall of the cave.

"Finn, for God's sake!" Kurt cried, chasing after him.

"Wait for us, buddy," Blaine said, following Kurt.

"It's Rachel. I'm going to get her," before he could get very far, they all heard a deep growl echo through the cave. They looked towards the sound to see It.

It wasn't the clown, but it wasn't anything they had seen before. Not even in their nightmares. The creature stood tall, nearly twelve feet. It slowly approached them on six legs, covered in dangerous looking spikes. Two revolting claws attached to a rotting torso were snapping at them, grabbing at them. Staring at them were eyes as black as pitch. Fangs dripping venom hung below.

"Damn you to Hell," Finn whispered, staring into Its eyes.

Kurt didn't hesitate to put one of the silver stones into the slingshot and pull back. He let it fly, but the thing moved just enough that the stone barely grazed it.

"Dammit!" he shouted, pulling out the other one. His aim was true, but it merely bounced off the things hard body, "Shit!" he shouted, before running after it.

Just after he passed It reared up on Its hind legs. A bright light filled the dark cave, and enveloped Finn. He couldn't move. He couldn't think.

"It's taking him!" Blaine shouted, "Finn!" he ran over to his friend and tried to pull him away, but he was caught. He had only glanced for a second, but it was enough. The Deadlights. A single look was all it took to become ensnared. Sam didn't think before running after them and trying to pull them away. He hadn't even closed his eyes. The Deadlights made you want to be there. It was like standing on a train track and seeing the light come straight at you. You knew what it was, and you knew the danger, but something as warm as light couldn't possibly be harmful. He couldn't move.

Rory kept his hands over his eyes. He was helpless. If he tried to pull them away, he would be caught, too. A memory came to him. It held Puck against the wall, Rory had only had one weapon.

"This is battery acid, you slime! He screamed spraying the medicine in Its face. The creature lived on beliefs and fears, and Rory believed in that moment that his inhaler was filled with acid.

Rory pulled his inhaler out of his pocket and approached the monster. Keeping his eyes covered, he said, "I believe in Santa Claus. I believe in the Easter Bunny. I believe in the Tooth Fairy. But I don't believe in you! This is batter acid! Now you disappear!" he sprayed the chemical onto the creature, causing it to roar in agony.

The one thing Rory hadn't counted on, however, was that this thing was much bigger than the clown had been.

He screamed as those repulsive pinchers grabbed him around the waist and lifted him high into the air.

Kurt had scrambled to the area where he had seen the stones fall, and was frantically searching for them. He finally found them as Rory's screams echoed through the cave. The pale man looked up in fear for his friend. He put one stone in the slingshot and prayed, "Please God. Don't let me miss again." He ran back to the beast and aimed, this time at the lights on the monster's fragile underbelly, destroying the lights within. The silver punctured It just as a loud, sickening snap filled the room, and Rory's body went limp.

The creature screamed and dropped the man to the ground.

The thing was out of sight, and Finn, Blaine, and Sam were released from Its deadlights. They saw Rory on the ground in front of them and raced over to their fallen friend.

"Rory!" Sam cried.

Rory gave them a weak smile, "Hey…nice shot Kurt."

"Don't talk," Sam said, "You're gonna be fine, Rory."

Rory gave a pain filled chuckle as tears rolled down his face, "Don't lie, Sam. You know I hate it when " his voice faded.

"Rory," Kurt whimpered to no avail. That monster had broken his spine, and the fall onto the rocks had taken care of the rest. He had been too late.

They weren't given time to grieve their friend. They could still hear the creature moaning and wailing. It was hurt, but It needed to die. Sam gently placed Rory's head back down onto the stones and stood up, face filled with rage, "This isn't over. If that thing comes back when I'm seventy…"

"Let's finish it," Finn said, voice hoarse.

"Once and for all," Blaine agreed.

Kurt didn't say anything. He followed the creature and left the others to follow him. It was moving slowly, trying to fix itself. They didn't give it a chance.

That thing had haunted them without mercy for thirty years. They weren't afraid of It now. The four remaining men ran up to the monster and forced It to the ground onto Its side. The underbelly had been the only soft spot, and they showed the beast no mercy.

They kicked and ripped it apart, pulling out the monster's intestines with their bare hands. They didn't stop until there was nothing left inside. Finn sat down, exhausted when he remembered, "Rachel," he said, running back to the web. They stopped in shock.

"It's all coming down," Kurt said.

And it was. Every body that had been in the web was falling to the floor, including Rachel. Finn rushed over to her and grabbed her body before it hit the ground. He tore the webs off of her and cradled her in his arms, fighting back tears. He put his hand to her delicate throat, praying for a pulse.

His prayers were granted. It was there. Weak, but there. He let the tears fall from his face and rose to his feet. Sam had grabbed Rory's body and had him draped over his shoulders. Blaine and Kurt were supporting each other. Finn looked at them, "Let's get out of here."

For the very last time, they made their way out of the sewers. There was no doubt that It was dead. They were free. Two of them hadn't made it, one of them was in the hospital, and Finn's whole world was practically dead. But they were free. And It would never hurt them again.