A/N: In response to a few very kind readers who thought my poem was worthy of a continuing story, here is the follow-up to Gone, Though Not Forgotten, and there may yet be a third installment involving Kurt's reaction to the poem (should Dave ever get around to sending it to him!) if this is well received.

A/N 2: Thank you to dorydafish, the voice of singing clouds, and Larkin21 for suggesting I write more on this. Larkin21: special thanks for suggesting I actually write about Dave working up the courage to send the poem to Kurt, rather than just assume he did. It makes much more sense for Dave to agonize over it for a while.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters, which is probably a good thing- if you think they are messed up now, wait 'till I get done with them! Enough babbling, on with the show!

Chapter 1: The Brooding Kind

Three weeks ago I, Dave Karofsky, came completely unhinged. I kissed another dude. I didn't want to, but at the same time I wanted to more than anything I've ever wanted before. He came at me in a whirl of anger and would not back down, and that is when it happened. I seriously thought I was going to punch his face off, but no. I grabbed him and planted a kiss on his angry, frightening, horrible, beautiful lips. His stunned expression made it very clear that he wanted none of it, but he could not possibly know the depth of my hunger (and repulsion) for him. His name is Kurt Hummel, also known to me as "Homo" and "Lady Boy". I slipped and called him Kurt once, but only once! It made him seem more real and attainable immediately after I said it, so I didn't made that mistake again.

After I kissed "Lady Boy", I was more confused and angry than ever. I started to really give him a hard time. I had already been shoving him into lockers and throwing slushies in his face, so I stepped it up into overdrive. I was so terrified that he would tell everyone what happened that I completely hit rock bottom, even for me, and threatened to kill him if he did. The look on his face was practically my undoing, and knowing I put it there was almost too much to bear. The funny thing is, after I said it, I knew with absolute certainty that I could never lay a hand on him. I could not, however, under any circumstances, let him know that. So, the terror continued, I scared him good! I touched him and stole from him, and made sure he knew I meant business. Apparently I went a bit too far, though, and that is where this story really begins.

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I have never been much of a writer. I did what I needed to do to get decent grades in school, but not much beyond that. Lately I haven't even been able to keep that up. I have some time on my hands though, as I have been expelled for threatening Kurt Hummel's life. My parents are in the process of appealing to the school board, but in the meantime I have a lot of things to sort out in my head. It seems that writing them down helps. That kiss sent me right into a tailspin. As much as I wanted it, I knew it was wrong and that taking it made me a freak, just like Hummel. I am nothing like that homo! Well, maybe somewhere in the deepest part of myself I am, but how can I ever admit that to anyone when I can't even admit it to myself?

It turns out I am allowed to return to school. The school board overturned my expulsion, based on lack of physical evidence or eye witness accounts of my treatment of Hummel. My first day back I find out he is gone, transferred to another school. At first I think that will make everything okay again and that I will return to normal, but no. I feel worse than ever. I miss him, dammit! I hate him, I want him to disappear forever, and I MISS HIM! I can't stop thinking about him and it is driving me crazy!

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So maybe I'm not such a bad writer. I couldn't take how I was feeling anymore, so I wrote a poem to Kurt (I have been using his real name in my head for a little while now, I can't seem to stop myself). That's right, a poem (maybe I really am gay!). I don't think I could ever send it to him, even if I knew where he was. It would be too humiliating, even though it really captures exactly what I have been feeling. I am still totally confused and angry, and I also feel relieved and terrible and empty now that Kurt is gone. My parents can tell I am messed up, but because I won't talk to them they made me start seeing a shrink so I can deal with some of my "issues", and she suggested I write my feelings out, which I've already been doing anyway, so whatever. Sometimes I feel like sending the poem to him, just so he'll know. That would take so much courage, though, and I am nothing but a coward, so I keep the poem hidden in a drawer in my room, under a bunch of junk. I take it out and read it every day.

A/N 3: Is this way too rambling and off base? I didn't really want to do a straight up sequel, more of deeper look into how the poem Dave wrote came to be, and his journey toward actually sending it to Kurt. If you think it's okay I'll write more, but I am going to wait for some feedback first. I have some ideas about where I'd like to go with this, this chapter is more for background purposes and just re-hashes what has already happened. The rest will be forward moving and new.