Title: Failure's Not Flattering

Summary: Finn Hudson was successful - he had a beautiful wife, a gorgeous home, a wonderful job and an amazing salary. Still, he ceases to be happy and tries to end his life which doesn't exactly go as planned. When he's forced to stay in a psych ward in order to ensure his safety, he finds solace in one of the most unlikely places and forms friendships among those he otherwise would have never met if it weren't for his failed suicide attempt.

Pairings: Finn/Quinn, Rachel/Jesse, Finn/Rachel (main romance), Finn/Sam friendship, Finn/Kurt brothership.

A/N: Whoa, two new possible stories in one day? Look at me go! Anyway, please give me feedback if you're actually interested in having me go through with this story and continue it. I aim to please (;

What was holding me back from jumping?

What did I have left to live for?

I peered over the ledge from where I was perched, my back pressed up against grey building. My fingers were dug as far as they possibly could be into the cement between the bricks, helping me to keep steady. The last thing that I wanted was to end my life when I wasn't exactly ready to.

Cars flooded the street and people roamed the sidewalk below me, paying absolutely no mind to the man clad in a black suit who was clinging to the building as if he were Spiderman. The lack of attention made me upset. Was I invisible, or was I only noticed when people wanted something from me? These questioning thoughts encouraged me to just go ahead and jump already.

"Mr. Hudson, please! Come back inside before you hurt yourself!" I turned my head to the left to see my secretary leaning out of my office window, a look of worry and fear etched into her features. "You don't want to do this!"

I closed my eyes tightly. "Don't tell me what I want! You don't know me-nobody does!"

"Oh my god, he's gonna jump!"

Now that I had clearly made myself noticed, people were beginning to gather around me on the ground. They watched me with expressions that could be compared to a deer caught in headlights, or when you're watching a horrible event unfold right in front of you but you just can't seem to look away.

"Sir, don't do it! I know things may be hard for you right now but you can make it through this! You have so much to live for!" Someone shouted from below me.

I scoffed. What did they know? Absolutely nothing, that's what! They had no idea what I was going through, so what gave them the slightest thought that they could try and talk me out of what I was already set on doing? There was no turning back. I had made my decision, and my decision was final, both in my professional life as well as my personal life.

I held my breath as I anticipated the jump. My palms were sweating from nervousness. It wasn't that I was afraid to die-no, not at all. I was afraid of surviving. The last thing I wanted was to witness the insane feeling of pain if I actually managed to live through such a fall. I started to second guess this form of suicide.

I pondered the idea of blowing my brains out. Surely I would die instantly as long as I made sure to shoot right through my brain, right? Or maybe the neck? I've heard stories of people who survived shotgun blasts to the face. With my luck, I'd be one of them.

I sighed. I could always overdose, but where would I find those kinds of pills? I didn't have any and my wife, that cheating fucking bitch, certainly didn't have any either. I definitely didn't want to do any prison time either if I got caught for trying to buy prescription medications illegally. I refused to die at the hands of another man and not my own. It's possible to overdose on OTC stuff, isn't it?

I shook that thought out of my head as quickly as it entered it. Overdosing on over the counter medications was stupid. If I was going to die, I was going to go out with a bang. The last thing I needed was for my obituary to read;

26 year old Finn Hudson, Lima's young and successful entrepreneur who ran Hudson & Montgomery Loan Offices, was found dead last night in his suburban home. Cause of death has been ruled suicide by Sudafed, an over-the-counter medication that he overdosed on because he was too big of a pansy to actually die in a cool and badass way. He is survived by his whore wife who will be taking everything of his and moving to California with her ex-boyfriend and lover.

Heat spread throughout my chest as the events from last night flashed through my mind. I really hadn't been expecting to find my wife of six years in bed with my best friend. I knew that Quinn and I had our ups and downs but I thought that we had grown out of the childish high school gimmicks. I didn't think Quinn and Puck would do this to me-not again.

"Mr. Hudson, please step away from the ledge! I repeat, please step away from the ledge!" Officer Burke's voice blared through the megaphone. I knew it was him because he would often patrol my neighborhood, coincidentally on the nights that Quinn would lock me out of the house for whatever reason she decided to come up with.

I slammed my head back against the wall. I just wanted everything to stop. This life I was living was a lie. It was nothing that I wanted, nothing that I had asked for. I never wanted to end up this way. Outsiders looking in would call me ungrateful and unworthy of the 'perfect' life I've been given, but you can only tell so much from first impressions.

I had a beautiful wife in a beautiful house in a beautiful town with a beautiful salary, and that's all that people saw because that's all they wanted to see. Nobody saw the subtle yet brooding resentment that grew between my wife and I each day. Nobody knew about her adulterous ways. Nobody asked how I felt or even assumed that I might just suffer from depression. Nobody cared about what I wanted to do-they figured that sitting behind a desk in an over-sized office with a great view of the town was what I had worked so hard to achieve all my life. Little did they know that it wasn't. None of this was what I wanted.

While it looked like I had it all on the outside, I really had nothing. I didn't have a loving relationship, I didn't have true friends, I didn't have a job I actually enjoyed and I didn't have a home. I just had a bunch of lies that were dressed up like dreams.

I gulped as I looked back down over the ledge. There were tons of people there now, all of them standing around the spot that they must have presumed would be my 'landing zone'. I gave an uneasy smile at that thought.

"Think about your family!"

"I don't have any family, Tina!" I practically screamed at my secretary who was still leaning out of my large office window. "I have nobody! My own step-brother wont even talk to me and it's all my fault!"

"Your wife, Mr. Hudson! She'll be so heart broken if you do this!"

I ground my teeth. That was the final straw. Without so much as even thinking about it, I took that step over the ledge, allowing myself to plummet to what had to be my more-than-definite death. However, amidst what sounded to be hundreds of shrieks and screams, there was one sickening and strange sound that specifically caught my attention before I blacked out from the intense throbbing pain that was shooting throughout my whole body.

It sounded as if someone had snapped a branch in half, and I didn't like it one bit.